It's not that the singing gets any better as you drink, it might only seem that way. But karaoke does keep the most foolish members of your party occupied. So it's kind of how Dungeons and Dragons works in nerd life.
You can fantasize about being Elvis. Or a wizard.
It's your bad choice.
Several angst-filled song later we departed. Bear in mind that my beverages all evening had been mixed soda (Coca Cola and Fanta Orange), Earl Grey tea, and two glasses of hot water. So from my point of view, the singing was damned well miserable.
The bookseller still drinks. And because he's a temperate man, he's still collected and rational after whiskeys.
No, he doesn't sing. Neither do I, except for that time years ago when I did a Teresa Teng number, about which we should not speak.
The video for one number, in gloomy colours, was an advertisement for artistic drug use. Another number had Andy Lau being imaginative and precious. Neither video fully showed the splendid possibilities of karaoke, but that was largely because of the person actually singing.
Which was an experience.
There were, fortunately, very few white folks in the place.
So no hip hop, or John Denver.
Good.
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