it took a while for me to know I am not alone

I'm crazy tired today. Last night the Mountain Witch finally came to an end (for the curious, a recap can be found here.) After game many of the players retired to the Asgard for food and drinks. The past few times the Story Games Boston crew has hit up the Asgard late on Wednesday nights we've been confused and intrigued by the existence of a karaoke corner by the bar, where drunken Bostonians congregate to howl the classic rock into a microphone. Every time it makes me kind of antsy, because I love karaoke and am drawn to it. I said as much to locke61dv, as I always do.

Only this time around Richard, who is young and brave, actually went and signed up. I could hardly let that stand, so I followed after him and signed up as well, and the rest came out to cheer us along. Soon we were all poring over the song selection books and debating what makes a good karaoke song. locke61dv copped out as not drunk enough for this, while foreign_devilry seemed willing so long as he could get someone to sing with him. Richard shouted a little Rage Against the Machine (for though the little karaoke corner is a random thing, their selection depth is entirely respectable) to the amusement of our crew and the guy running the karaoke. The rest of the bars patrons did not seem equally amused. Then I went up and murdered Fastball's "You're An Ocean," always a favorite of mine. I am totally out of practice. Which is a very dangerous thought.

Any way, I was out late enough that I missed the last train out of Central. Eric and April were gracious enough to drive me and the others home (except Richard, who is apparently walking distance from Central, because he's an undergrad at MIT.) And so I am a bit bleary today, because I'm operating on too little sleep. I don't think I have any plans tonight, though, so I can just relax and take it easy. I mean, I really want to get home and become a crazy vortex of cleaning and organization, but its probably not going to happen.