We never made it in to see Hot August Knights at the Clermont last night -- we were having too much fun across the street at the Local doing karaoke. Marjorie and I butchered a version of Wouldn't It Be Nice. It was a hoot though. My friend Matt took second in the costume contest, mostly because we shouted ourselves hoarse for him.

Non-sequitur of the night: "Paintball guns are an underused form of social commentary."