I got quite blasted last night at End of the Park. It was a glorious time though. A new face has emerged in the End of the Park karaoke scene and he is my alter-ego, Steven. He sings terrible lounge music and, as Amber put it so perfectly, looks like "Sting gone bad".
Sting as in The Police. Anyway, he really gets into it. I'm sure a large part of
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