The last time we went to PJ's, we waited in anticipation inside the nearly empty upstairs cave while the Karaoke Man set up the sound system, tweaking this knob and that. We wanted to get there early to get a good seat. He wore all black, which blended nicely with his bushy gray mane and beard. He looked like he was once maybe a roadie for Grand Funk Railroad. Hell, he might have actually been in Grand Funk Railroad. And then, once his sound-levels were just right, he grabbed the mike and belted out a pitch-perfect rendition of "Selling the Drama" by Live. What a curveball. Before we knew it, it was an hour and a half later, the room was packed and everybody had somehow become best friends, hoisting cold Shiners and shout-singing along to "Piano Man." Friday night karaoke at PJ's means instant fun and instant friends, even if they're off-key. It can't be beat.
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