Debbie Downer Does Karaoke

I've mentioned my love for karaoke night before, despite my hostile feelings for the DJ. However, since we've become karaoke regulars, our feud with PJ the DJ has ended, and now, as soon as we walk through the door, PJ comes over and asks us to sign up. Hang on, PJ, we've got to finish our freakin' 25 cent wings. Geez.

I have to admit that we've become some sort of a broken record, as we always return to singing our old standby, "All or Nothing" by OTown. We sing it so much that PJ the DJ has dubbed us the "All or Nothing All-Stars." Sometimes, if we're in the mood, we'll pull out Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back to Me Now." It's fine.

Lately, a new addition to the karaoke crew has come in the form of an 80-year-old man named Bob. Bob has Parkinson's disease and sings nothing but Frank Sinatra songs. I know that Bob has Parkinson's because he held my hand after I requested "Strangers in the Night" and told me, "Sinatra hated that song, and so do I."

I totally got dissed by Bob. But I didn't even mind. I went back to our booth and declared "Aw, I wish my grandfather wasn't dead."

I really do.

I am such a Debbie Downer.