How did it come to me standing with a microphone yelling "Hey you - who said that? - baby how you been?"
I remember a few shots of tequilla and then an aborted attempt by me and some friends to shoot pool. Someone suggested "karaoke" - and it was on.
We found a place on Telegraph and 44th that had private party booths. Wisely, the manager stuck us all in the booth farthest away from the front desk. After noticing their "no alcohol" policy, half of us trekked over to the liquor store to buy some liquid courage and sneak it in.
All I have left to say is that you really form a bond with people when all of you are belting out Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of your lungs.
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