I connected wiht a large number of my social circle at my former work place. We have, for years, gone out to a bar on Friday nights to partake in the joys of Karaoke. Over time the make-up of our group has shifted but the central core has always been drink, song, and Robin.

With the retirement of our favourite Karaoke hostest with the mostest we’ve found ourselves stagnating and sometimes bored as a slew of hosts and hostesses made the rounds. Luckily for us a BJ fell into our laps. Our new host plays games and ensures that lots of silliness ensues as the evening progresses. Of course, some of that silliness is of our own doing. After all, how else can you explain the kidnapping of his giant yellow blow up die and our conspiracy to have it filled with water in time for the next roll?

Last night as we were hootin’ and hollerin’ at the venue, the lights went out. Normally, you’d expect a mass exodus for the door and some wrangling over how the bills would be paid. Instead, what any new person wandering into the bar (and there were a few) found was a bunch of happy-go-lucky people singing rounds in harmonizing. Swing Low Sweet Chariot? Edelweis. My Eyes Are Dim. Amazing Grace. We covered it all.

We’ve occassionally bounced from bar to bar following a specific host (we miss you Betty) in our search for a home. No more. Last night was a perfect example of what fun and cameraderie – and too many Karaoke singers gathered in one place – is all about.

Which begs the question – where were you when the lights went out?

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