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Thursday Night at Bender’s.
Beer guzzling tattoo’d neo-greaser types.
Rude servers who never take your drink order and run off with your glass before you’re finished.
Women who weigh 100 lbs more than I, singing Journey karaoke, making it nearly impossible to sustain an audible conversation without yelling “WHAT?” after every thought.
Just another Thursday night at Benders.
Why in God’s name do we bother? I have no idea.
Yet nearly every week I find myself there, along with a handful of friends. A few of us sing..IF Karaoke Guy actually has the songs that are listed in the songbook.
I suppose this is the part of the story where you’re expecting the “this is why we go.” The part where I tell you there’s a hidden diamond somewhere in the shitpile. Well Amigo, I have no gleaming gem to tell you about. I guess the best I can garble up is, if you’re into crappy service and bad karaoke, this is the place for you. Other than that..I got nothin’.
