Sing Sing!

On Wednesday we had a big work night out as we had a couple of people from Leeds over and Kelly and Eliot were in town. So we all went for hot dogs at Crif Dogs and then a little pie next door at the Tuck Shop (where they do the most delicious sage and onion sausage rolls!).

We then went to a place called Sing Sing, which was one of the more scary places I've been to in New York since I got here. It's a karaoke bar.

We reluctantly went into our Private Room, which felt like something out of a horror film and smelt like the basement in our house in the third year at Uni. It was very gloomy and the walls were badly painted and everything felt a bit sticky... including the song books.

After being told how to use the machine people got started with their songs... it was all horribly awkward, I don't think anyone had really had enough to drink to make fools of ourselves. Luckily Andrew's used to making a fool of himself everyday so he started things off with a George Michael track (speaks volumes I think!).

As the night went on things got a bit better, I think everyone loosened up a bit and we were having more fun watching the funny home-made music videos for the songs and reading the really bad translations on the screens ('Sweetest Dream' was translated as 'Sweet Stream'!).

Unfortunately I could escape the singing, and my 26 year streak of never doing karaoke was broken... with Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire (I was inspired by Tom!). Luckily there's no video of photographic evidence of the event.

It ended up to be loads of fun, and I think secretly we all wanted to keep going. Hopefully if we have to karaoke again, we won't pick somewhere so scary, maybe somewhere with some proper light bulbs and somewhere a little less sticky.