I have to admit that I hate karaoke.
I don’t sing in public, I don’t dance in public, you get the picture, interwebs. But recently I’ve taken to going to Kelly’s, this pub on my block, on Friday nights to see my friends (and drunken strangers and tourists) belt their hearts out on a mic ... and it is amazing! That it some seriously good craic. No lies.
We’ve come up with a sudo-system for nicknaming all of the people, usually based on their clothing/demeanor (Leggings, Argyll, Red Tee, Bouncer, etc.) and it is hysterical. Best part? Elizabeth, Jaime and I ran into Leggings while walking up the River Liffey last Saturday night ... it was pretty amazeballs, interwebs.
-E
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