OK, here is some good advice: go sing karaoke. Karaoke is good for the soul. If you are amongst friends, you are reminded that being perfect is not nearly as important as being loved. If you are the self-important type, karaoke is a good way to get reminded that no matter how expensive your suit or dress, we are all bad singers underneath. Unless you have magical talents, in which case you are probably moderately dorky. I don’t know why, but talent and dorkiness seem to go hand in hand. Maybe that is to prevent the dorks from taking over the world with their obvious masterliness by handicapping them with crushing social awkwardness and a poor sense of style. If you are a performance artist, karaoke is a good way to get over crushing stage fright, not only through your own efforts but by watching grown men sing a song in a silly voice with totally straight faces. If they can do that, you can do anything. If you are a comedian, a night of karaoke is well worth the cover charge. All in all, karaoke is public art, an expression of the dorky, dorky soul of America. And you should go see it. I recommend:
There are probably others. But seriously. The Twin Kegs has hamburgers the size of your face (for while you’re waiting for your song to come up) and the Corner Bar is conveniently located next to,um...higher quality...musical venues, and also Samurai Sushi, which is delicious and I love it.