It's been purging the feels, for sure.
Thank you. I used to be so afraid that I would sit there for hours and pick nothing all evening--while my best friend sang once every 30 minutes. Now I'm keeping pace with her. It's been weirdly healthy.
Very much. 1-2 times a week. The quality of singers is all over the place. The great ones are amazing; even the brave bad ones are still inspiring (it's like: "Get it girl. Express yourself.") and when you do well, it's a huge rush. If you screw up, people clap anyway--& after you've been there once or twice, they know you by name. I'm never seen anything like it. (I live in the aloof corner of the states.)
My winter coping strategy has turned out to be . . . uhhh . . . karaoke. Is that bad?
I was expecting something way worse.
This is my great Facebook fear . . . because not only is it obvious to everyone else what happened, but the answer to the question . . . "What's on your mind?" . . . is awfully true.
One of my absolute favorites. In addition to being able to tell a great story, he has beautiful style.
. . . I'm the kind of weirdo who loved the unabridged "Les Miserables" and was pissed that the abridged form I read in high school talked itself up so much in the introduction.
I'll admit my first guess was much more illicit, but this is better.
Chinese food, then dancing. Hopefully not too close together.