It has been a long weekend of studying for my Accounting exam, preparing for a school presentation on the British Palestine Mandate, and working. But at least I got to have some fun on Friday the 13th when I had my first Chinese Karaoke experience.
For those of you who haven’t experienced this; you go into this karaoke bar with a bunch of friends and get your own private room with a couch, a karaoke machine and a TV. There’s a convenient hospitality button on the remote control to buzz the waiter/waitress when your drinks run dry.
Out of the 8 people in the room, I was the only non-Chinese person, but the hospitable Chinese nature made it comfortable and in no time I was singing Don Maclean, Green Day, Pearl Jam and the Goo Goo Dolls.
It was a more positive experience than a few weeks back when I briefly stopped in the karaoke bar to pick up Han only to find cake all over the floor, smashed glasses, and 5 people throwing up on the floor, into buckets and into the toilet in the bathroom. It wasn’t a positive experience to say the least, so Friday’s karaoke experience made up for that horrific experience.