This is a review of the Sunday night karaoke. It has the potential to be a lot of fun, solid song selection, a nice stage to sing on, a captive audience near the beer pong tables and some of the gaming tables/machines. And yet, it fails but it's ruled by Robert, the ruiner of dreamers and opponent of fun. My brother (who's birthday it was) got his name called while he was up in the bathroom, we quickly ran over there and let him know he'd be back in just a second and asked if he could let someone else go first. He (very reasonably so) replied sure. And yet, my brother's name never got called. When we went back over to ask about it he said "Oh yeah I threw out that slip." Seriously, on a dude's birthday, that's cold man.