And the beat goes on.
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There will be a mix of clouds and sunshine in The ‘Burgh today with the possibility of rain and maybe a thunder storm and a high around 80. Not the best summer day in Pittsburgh, but I’m in a good mood because the Pittsburgh Pirates are playing winning baseball and I was at Nico’s in Little Italy last night for karaoke.
I’ve stated many times in the pages of this ezine that I’m no longer a hardcore sports fan. Now I’m a casual sports fan, but the Pirates are starting to peak my interest. Last night the Pirates beat the Cardinals (the best team in baseball and the team to beat in our division) again. The Pirates won 6 to 5 in a game full of controversy and that lasted 14 innings. The game was on the TVs in the bar at Nico’s last night, but most of the night I was in the dinning room for karaoke and I had no idea how the game ended until I turned on the radio this morning. The Pirates are now only 3 1/2 games behind the Cardinals. And there is still plenty of baseball left to play. It’s an exciting time to be a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball fan.
Even I know that.
It’s also a great time to be a karaoke singer in Pittsburgh. Last Sunday I sang karaoke at Sonny’s Tavern in Little Italy. And last night I sang karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy. The karaoke crowd at Nico’s last night was mostly a younger crowd and one young woman was having her bachelorette party at Nico’s. Needless to say she and all the women with her came to sing karaoke and to party hearty.
The bachelorette (she wore a sash that said something about marriage) even came up to me (I was slouched against the wall watching all the action) and asked if she could kiss my shaved head. I was in my usual karaoke uniform: dressed all in black with turquoise love beads around my neck, a clean shave and a bandanna around my shaved head. Well, after I got over my surprise (I asked her and her entourage who sat nearby if this was a sorority thing and she said no she was getting married and she held out the sash she wore as explanation) I gallantly agreed. She was tall and wore low heels so all I had to do was bow my shaved head. She put her hands on the sides of my head and kissed it. I remember thinking during the night if I was walking around with a lip stick kiss on my bald head. Actually, it was rather a pleasant thought.
No, I never did check.
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