we broke in the karaoke machine Friday night...big fun. We heard the best version of "sweet child o mine" and the worst version of lots of other songs. And no one spilled anything on my rug, which is a plus. I'm gonna expand the music library for next time. So far the only requests are for Jackson 5 and Brittney Spears. whopee..
My friend scored free VIP seat tickets to the Dropkick Murphys last night, which means we didn't have to be in the mosh pit. It was in Lowell, wicked. Right before they came on people started chanting Yankees suck. The inferiority complex runs deep, even when the Red Sox are a better team, not to mention at a concert in the off season.....There were little 8yr old girls dancing in these crazy Irish getups, an Irish boxer named Mickey something something, the Lowell high school choir, and violin kids from the Berklee. They really know how to rile up the locals. Too bad I couldn't understand a word. I think I'm out of the loop on these guys, and I can live with that.
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