I LOVE BROADWAY!

Kate and I spent Saturday evening doing karaoke at Savannah's in Kensington while Jess had to work. Now, Savannah's is not the classiest of bars, although it is hardly a dive. But based on the suburban area on Connecticut Ave that surrounds it, and the muliple Budweiser signs in the windows, you'd know right away that the selection isn't going to be extensive. At least, I would hope you would.

Halfway through the night, a young man came in with two women. The girls sat down, and he told them that he was going to the bar "for a pitcher of Stella" (he did have to explain to one of them what "Stella" was short for). Thirty seconds later, he was back at the table: "OK, they only have Budweiser, Miller Lite, and Sierra Nevada."

He was probably disappointed. I, however, was impressed that they have Sierra Nevada on tap. Keep your expectations low, people!

Anyway, I sang four songs last night. In order, they were:

"Kids in America"


"Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)"


"You Keep Me Hanging On" (I'm on a Kim Wilde kick, apparently)


And finally, a duet with Kate: "Opposites Attract"

Only amateurs sit down!

We had a night on the town in Montgomery County on Saturday, and I've got to say I'm relieved to be leaving it soon after what I saw. Our first stop was the County Fair, and we spent half an hour in line for the popular exhibit "The ATM" (and not even the one by the Cheese Booth!). Jess, tired of waiting to get cash, pondered telling the police officer nearby that she was having a diabetic fit and needed funnel cake ASAP. You laugh, but the fair had prepared for such an event:


This was at the same booth where I got fried Oreos. They were delicious.

Next, we went to karaoke night at a bar in Kensington. It was horrible. No one recognized one of the best songs from the 80s, performed to perfection by Jess and me:


Instead, they seemed to prefer this crap:



WTF is that about? Poor Taylor, having to deal with psycho older women who want a fling with their local barista.

I will admit that things were better at the next bar, where the people were more enthusiastic about our encore performance: