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| - I am a complete sucker for karaoke. No matter if I am tired. No matter if I am sick. If you invite me out to karaoke, I will go. And I will have put my first song in before we get our first drinks.
When I moved to Las Vegas in 2007, I did really know anyone, I was living with a friend of my dad's and his young daughters far out in North Las Vegas, and wondering if moving for a new job on a literally one week's notice had been a good idea. My first weekend there, on Sunday, I decided to go do karaoke by myself, and ended up at Ellis Island.
It was amazing. A true mix of tourists and locals (which isn't too common one block from the strip), ranging wildly in age, race, class, and singing ability. Giving the karaoke everything they got. And getting up and dancing when strangers sang songs they loved. Drinking $1 "microbrews", and $3 wells. Sitting in leather booths. The k-jay breaking out his saxophone for solos. So. Freaking. Awesome.
So I decided then (it didn't turn out to be necessary), that if I never made any friends in Las Vegas and my job turned out to suck, I would just go to Ellis Island all the time, and probably everything would be alright.
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