Last night at Karaoke I partied like a wedding singer.
The evening was actually devoid of any singing by me (long story but will summarize by saying that the Karaoke guy HATES me) but more importantly it lacked any all-out-rockstar-mode antics.
So, partying like a wedding singer. I think it may be a little more my style these days. I think it may fit into the "Year of Amy" . . .
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I've said it before and I'll say it again, our karaoke guy does not hate you. He just has an Amy blind spot.
hey, when will we discover the winner of the alternate career contest?
(c'mon, go-go dancer)
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