Karaoked for a good three hours tonite. Yes, three hours. That's a lot of singing and screaming. Combined with the cigarettes i've been indulging in, my voice is shot. One rule of karaoke: rap songs sound fun until you actually try them. We tried to do Busta's "Put Your Hands..." but the beat was so horrible that it took all the fun out of it. Also, PM Dawn's "Patient Eyes" is no good either. Beyond that, the night was really fun. Victor and his girlfriend Helen came out with us...a friend of Leslie and Karina's, named Dave, came out too. We met up at Saint Alp's for a quick buo ba pitstop and then had dinner at an Irish pub which was...pub-like. We tried to inject some hip hop into the jukebox but when our Fugees and Lauryn Hill came on we couldn't hear anything anyway. The city is quickly running out of entertainment for me. Beyond the clubbing, the lounges, the bars (which are all the same thing anyway), the karaoke, the food...there is nothing that you can do on a consistent basis. Oh, and our little foray into the city for five hours cost me an astounding $40. New York is great. Come visit.