Boston in Brief: Karaoke

This weekend. Our friends Angie and Josh drove up to visit us from New York. The main event was our trip to downtown Boston, where we followed the freedom trail from one graveyard to the next. Sobered by skulls and seraphim, we headed over to The Tap (our favorite Haymarket pub) for “a [singular] beer.” One pitcher turned into two, and while Josh and I were lost in Arcade Bowling (the AI cheats, I tells ya!), the barmaid decided to fetch us a third without our consent. (Question: There’s a cold pitcher of Sam Adams Cherry Wheat beer sitting in front of you. How do you send it back? Answer: You don’t. [Nyet would also be an acceptable answer.]) After that, we stumbled out into the early evening sunshine, already sloshed, and wondered what to do next. Historical sites were obviously out, and I was only getting worse at the Bowling game. Then Angie said the magic word: Karaoke. And who, if anyone, would know where to find Karaoke? Sasha! So we stumbled over to his place, pushed the buzzer until he came down, and forced him out the door and towards the nearest Karaoke joint. We ended up at Limelight, a slick place with modern décor and a huge songlist. We rented a room for an hour, which to me personally was the most fun, then hit a bar down the street for drinks before returning to play the main room. After an awful duet with Sasha of Depeche Mode’s People are People, where the only person who could sing couldn’t see the damn screen, we were pretty much finished and called it a night. There were too many hard acts to follow, so next time I’m sticking with the private booth. We made it home (before midnight!), looked at our crooked pictures, and finally ate some dinner. (Oops, wrong order.) Patches was not amused.

Caught making out in the cemetary! For shame!