without me

after a busy day of sleeping in, mountain biking, checking out pleasant share house options and even a spot of lab work, what other option was there but to go karaoke? none.

martin, the karaoke meister, was chief instigator, and managed to convince a good crew of aebians to converge on a not so awful karaoke option.

with our central position and supercheesy stylings, i think you could say we lent the evening a rather special feel. my personal highlights were mario's 'just a gigalo' encore, the random guy from the other group's 'dreadlock holiday' (he was a true master of the groove), and my own humble gasps through some eminem. i don't think i'll be able to live happily again in a place where i'm not special in having the advantage of native english skills.