I finally did it. I thought I could hold out for longer, but last night I caved in to my desires: I went to a bar... alone! I needed to get out of the hostel. After some internet searching, a beacon of light beckoned me to cradle within its warm embrace. That light was karaoke night. It needed me. I wanted it. And it was good.
So, I went to a local Irish pub here and just walked inside, letting the music guide my steps. After grabbing a beer I scanned the room for a friendly looking group of people. To my surprise, right there in front of me, at the foot of the stage, was a group of five who were singing along to this dude's rendition "Beautiful" (the one with the chords from "Wonderwall"). He wasn't so good. They, however, were pretty cool. I started chatting up with one of the girls, let her pick the song I would sing ("Take me Out" which was received rather nicely) and soon we all hit it off! We are actually meeting up tonight for quiz night at another bar. New friends!
Oh, how the power of music brings us together! The thing is, I have had such urges to sing while here in Munich (in fact, I do sing to myself on the streets of Munich. I guess nobody ever walks along with me for too far, so by the time somebody wonders "was he just singing?" they have already passed and no longer asking questions. Recently, I've been on another U2 kick [this happens fairly frequently]). The Accidentals was such a fantastic outlet for that. I am so one of those guys who will talk about the Dentals to anybody at any given opportunity. Nothing will ever top the time I spent with those 16 guys. The only thing that comes close is karaoke night. This will certainly become a Sunday tradition. Even better, I had to give a tour this morning with my hoarse voice. Eh, who cares. You push through and keep going.
Off to nap for a bit. Until next time.