Nothing says Christmas like karaoke

So I have a small obsession for the next time I'm home in St. Louis ... and that is to go to a karaoke bar with a bunch of my idiot friends (and relatives). I think I've convinced about 5 or 6 people to go, actually.

Well, one of these people is Amber. Amber lives in Chicago and is coming down for the famous Braggin' Rights game held at the Savvis Center. Unknown to me, my brother Alex had already started trying to convince Amber to stay a little longer in town...and then I did, because I can't leave Texas til the day of the Braggin Rights game. Anyway, I told Amber about the karaoke idea and she wrote back telling me I'd have to load her up with booze if I expected her to do karaoke. She said that is the only way it's done (sidenote: i have no problem 'boozing people up'). Coincidentally, she was out last night and a funny situation happened. This is the email I got from her today:

Scene from the bar last night...

A friend of mine comes in with some
dude.

Friend: Hey, remember Chris? You guys karaoke'd together.

I had no idea who he was and didnt remember much about singng Pat
Benatar with him.