I had fun last night. It was a karaoke night, so of course, I had fun. But my brand of fun is definitely a little different than the rest of the crowd. Not to knock them or anything. Their fun was pretty contagious. I didn’t even drink last night, but I was still laughing at the hilarity around me. And there is seriously nothing funnier than watching a bunch of full grown people acting like teenagers after a few beers.

I’ve decided (and this is after years of research on the subject) people do not act like themselves after copious amounts of alcohol. Yeah, I know, my study isn’t new. I’m pretty sure the info has been out there for centuries, but to witness it first hand is eye-opening. I’ve seen middle aged (or older) women dance like strippers around imaginary poles. I’ve seen old men dancing like they don’t need an immediate hip replacement. And I’ve seen people my age cutting up and having fun like they just graduated high school. It’s refreshing. And fun. And when done in moderation…perfectly healthy. Well, they may disagree when they roll out of bed in the morning with a wicked hangover and strange phone numbers scrawled across their chests…but hey, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Or so said my college economics teacher. But I seriously doubt he’s ever been to karaoke.

Well, I’m certainly not complaining today. I have no hangover, no hieroglyphics drawn on any part of my body, and no regrets from last night. And that’s how it should be. I’m so glad I found a nice bunch of friends in my new home town. I don’t know what I’d do on a Tuesday night without them.

Until the next time…I’ll be gearing up for next week’s costume karaoke. What should I be?