Due to a delayed flight, day one of my trip found me stranded at the Newark airport, with no alternative but to find a hotel.
Ahh, sleep is priceless after days of erratic rest.
This morning, I woke to the deep bass of a giant heartbeat. I thought I was in a giant womb. The heartbeats gradually morphed into a beat, and then I heard an announcer say “How are we doing tonight? Are we going to have a party?!” Mind you, this was morning, not night, or so I thought. I rushed to the window and saw an Indian wedding party taking place in the cold parking lot. Enjoy the videos of this surreal spectacle.
Posted: March 2nd, 2008
, New Jersey
, parking lot
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All in one night.
I went to a karaoke bar in this hotel (which, I might add, is a resort, on an isolated peninsula in the middle of nowhere) and we had no idea that there was a $12 surcharge per person. So our fricking bill ended up being $114 for 5 people, and only 2 of us sang. Fortunately, we got 3 video clips of us singing, which makes up for the feeling of being robbed.
This place is a trip.
Don performing Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now”
Don doing Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time”
Me doing Steppenwolf’s “Born to Be Wild”
Drunken Japanese Karaoke Session
Posted: October 27th, 2007
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