Angel, one of the few girls who could give Candy a run for her money in a karaoke-off. (Which has led me to conclude that if I want to ensure my future daughter's karaoke prowess, I'm clearly going to have to name her after a stripper. Look out Candy and Angle, one of these days Trixie Battjer is going to show you both up.)
After all of the hijinx that are invariably involved in moving a large group of drunk people ten blocks, we finally arrived at M Bar on Broome Street for a little Monday night Sid and Buddy karaoke akshun. Here's Adam Mandell kicking the night off.
Along with Dennis' crew came superstar Mike Tully, who dropped some hip hop flava on the crowd before chugging his forty of brass monkey (that's malt liquor and orange juice) and heading off to see the Dizzy Rascal show.
Dennis Crowley, founder of Dodgeball (and in my estimation) the very first person to have an episodic photo diary on the web, showed up to kick a little Wanted (Dead of Alive) the crowd's way.
Laura and Sarah showed got to my apartment a little before 11pm, helped set up and sound-checked our awesome karaoke stage. (Special thanks to Mike Jurin who saved the karaokeness of the party by generously lending his speakers at the very last moment!)
...karaoke sound system! When he heard of our propensity to rock the karaoke mic, he fired that bad boy up and came around from behind the bar to sing with us.
Thursday night, a mere three nights after their sudden demise at Nolita Tavern, I walked around the corner from my apartment (literally) to witness the rebirth of Sid & Buddy karaoke, rising from the ashes of mishap like a beautiful golden, um, singing Phoenix.
