It's the FINAL COUNTDOWN

I went to this bar last night (in Vancouver) called the Marble Arch, but instead of waiting in line with all the hipster suckas we went in the "kareoke" entrance. This cost us half the price for admission AND we seriously got a private kareoke room for an hour! I didn't think I'd ever be into kareoke--am I spelling that right?--but then we started it up with some Guns N' Roses and everything was good. The people I was with were from school and admittedly we don't know each other very well yet, because when I sang the Final Countdown by Europe to them, they thought I was drunk. Duh. I was just ACTING. By the way, LATER, when I WAS drunk, I dropped a full Corona on the ground. No, no one bumped me or knocked it out of my hand. I just dropped it. Just opened up my hand and it fell in slow motion. This tall guy in line was like, "What was it, I'll buy you another one" and he actually DID and then didn't even hit on me. What a gentleman. Soup time. Peace out.