Well, I’m older than dirt and about as exciting these days, but I can still sing you under the table with my Britney Spears renditions. If you think you can rise to such a challenge, plan on pencilling in some serious karaoke action this almost-holiday weekend as I commemorate my big double-3’s and try to distract myself from the fact that being so old with a still-incomplete dissertation probably warrants ritual suicide, not public butchery of 80’s and 90’s pop tunes.

My birthday falls on a Monday this year, which pretty much sucks in and of itself, but its sucktacity is compounded with the floating mid-week 4th of July holiday, which will most likely be handled 17 different ways by different people’s employers, thus rendering birthday plan optimization rather challenging, to say the least. So I want to have it both ways (you’ve been waiting to hear that, haven’t you?). I’m still pondering details, but the likely Saturday venues are the Vortex Midtown followed by a stumble up to Twisted Taco if they do in fact have karaoke on Saturdays (forget the DD-challenged commute to Mary’s); Monday is quality retro crooning at the Star Bar in L5P, but I know some of you are real “But I have work in the morning” whiners with your stupid salaries and health benefits, so take your pick. And for God’s sake don’t get me anything, just put a PBR in my hand and point me to the stage — and dole the Percocet out carefully, if I manage to have root canal in the interim.



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