Karaoke? Hell yeah, with the best of them (the best of them being three cutey-cute lesbians singing "Baby Hit Me One More Time"). Yes, she sang "Love Shack" at the top of her lungs with a guy named Brent from Chapel Hill. She was momentarily possessed by Kate Pearson and about five vodka tonics.
Seriously, this guy outside while I was waiting for a cab told me I was "the best singer ever," so now I'm thinking about going pro. Al, you missed it. I had my moment in the spotlight, my 15 minutes of fame.
All I have to say is: I can kick anyone's ass in karaoke, any day of the week. Just try me. Challenge me with "Last Dance." I'll put Donna Summer to shame.