So I went to this local dive bar tonight. It had been recommended by friends and co-workers, so I figured I'd make the suggestion to my friends for a place to go tonight and we gave it a shot. It turned out that Saturday night is one of their karaoke nights, which provided extra entertainment. However, the shock of the night came when I was glancing through the crowd, and who should I see but EMOTIONALLY DISTURBED EX-ROOMMATE!! Of all the places in Los Angeles, he shows up at the bar I went to. Thankfully, he either didn't notice me or he ignored me, and I was with friends (one of whom is a current roommate and had heard a bunch of the stories about him) so I had a good time anyways. He got up to sing a Beatles song and he absolutely sucked at it, which makes me feel better. I actually signed up to sing a song as well, but the karaoke guy didn't stay until last call and his time ran out before I could hit the stage and school Emotionally Disturbed Ex-Roommate in the way that things need to be done.

Dammit, of all the places to go on a Saturday night...