Kinki's guide to a good karaoke night

Some karaoke nights are better than others. Last night we went out with a bunch of friends we haven't seen for awhile, about half japanese, half foreigners. It was both a good night and a flat night for a few reasons;

flat because:

* the beer was shit;

* it was a Friday night so after a busy day, everyone was seriously fucked (mental note to insist on Saturdays in future);

* it took nearly half an hour for someone (ahem, me) to even put in a tune. There was all the enthusiasm of a wet rabbit in a sunshower at the beginning;

* a couple of people DIDN'T SING! Hello, its K.A.R.A.O.K.E. Why pay all that money for shit beer when you don't even belt out a tune. Weird;

good because:

* since the Japanese girlies weren't getting into the songs, a few of us hogged the mike in a big way. This may have disturbed some viewers, but hell, if you don't sing, then I'm gonna;

* Nick Proth's rockin' rendition of Born to be Wild;

* it was good to see the Japanese girlies we haven't seen for awhile;

* I was the only foreign girl there (happens a lot in our group of friends, foreign boys, japanese girlies... and me) so I could sing all the girlie girlie songs with a coquettishly breathy, porn voice (like "Lovefool"), unchallenged.

* once you drank about 5 pints of the shit beer, it started to taste... OK!