One of the things I don’t like about DC that fell short of the (still to-be-published!) list is the terrible quality of the area’s karaoke bars. I’ve been to Cafe Japone, where the accompanying music is turned so far down, you’re basically doing songs acapella. The Peyote Cafe has all the trappings of a frat house basement party, complete with the sticky beer floor, the Adams Morgan Saturday night bro crowd and the fact that it is, in fact, in a basement. Several other karaoke establishments in DC cater to particular crowds: Dupont Italian Kitchen is a gay bar, Remington’s is the gay cowboy bar and The Meeting Place serves a predominantly black clientele.
For my 30th birthday, however, I felt like getting some friends together and heading out to a karaoke bar. Most of the people on the guest list work downtown, so because I wanted to pick a location that was convenient for as many people as possible, I decided to schedule the festivities for The Meeting Place. Sure enough, if we weren’t the only white people in the place that night, there weren’t a whole lot more. I guess this worried some people, because when the host called my name and they saw I was singing “U Can’t Touch This”, they were apparently worried that I was going to get them all killed.
Little did they realize just how much I loved Hammer back in the day and that “U Can’t Touch This” isn’t just in my wheelhouse, but it’s one of my go-to karaoke songs. I actually know all the words and don’t need the monitor. Besides, I was inspired by seeing the man himself a week before (where I took the picture above). By the time I was done, I had volunteer backup dancers from the audience and a standing ovation. To date, it’s one of my greatest karaoke moments.