You really don’t have to pay me anything to get me on a karaoke stage these days. After my post-Christmas trip to Baltimore with my soon-to-be boyfriend, I popped the karaoke cherry big-time and have never looked back. (Several dozen Coronas and a few cherry bombs helped with that initial outing.) These days, Seth and I spend most Saturday nights at a tiny dive bar called Local Pub, flipping through the karaoke book like old pros. It’s become one of our favorite things to do and we spend a slightly embarrassing amount of time looking for just the right hits. I tend to go for 70s and 80s singalong hits, and he brings the house down with his rap and alternative. We’re a good team that way.
I already have! It’s quickly becoming my go-to karaoke performance on our weekly excursions. Yeah, I’m kind of channeling Gwyneth Paltrow in Duets when I do it, but that’s cool. I somehow feel like a karaoke badass when I bust this one out.
If not for the fact that Local Pub did not actually have karaoke this weekend, I would have busted it out. I’m looking for a few lower songs to try and this seemed like it might be a winner.
This was my starter song in Baltimore because I knew it well enough to sing it in my sleep. It’s fun for others to sing along with as well. Our current karaoke guy doesn’t have this in his lineup quite yet, which is a shame because I’d like to get a little more practice in on it.