Are you sick of hot weather? Are you ready to climb into a dark cave filled with booze and shamelessly off-key singing? Do you want to look lovingly into the eyes of your bartender as you slip him $5 to cue up a duet of “Time of My Life?” Do you want to feel… alive?
It’s the perfect weekend for karaoke. Everyone’s favorite amateur sport is fabulous for a triple date or a post-break up wallow with friends. I don’t care if you can’t sing; screaming like a dying animal is practically a requirement as you summon your inner Beyonce or Boy George. Happy Friday, everyone.