All right. I'll admit it. I'm a closeted karaoke freak. Okay, maybe not that closeted. There usually are other people in the bar.
Some of you may say it's hokey, but when my friend Tom and I get to be Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow and belt out "Picture" for four minutes, we're really rockstars in our minds.
Or like last night, when Billy and I killed Bon Jovi and Sugarland's "Who Says You Can't Go Home?" Every harmony was pitch perfect. The crowd cheered, and for those fleeting moments, this Jersey Girl felt like she was center stage at the Meadowlands.
It's my guilty pleasure. What's yours?
4 years ago