Endy Sings the Blues

After going to a Mets game ten days ago, a number of us went to Flushing on a mission for some Korean fried chicken. No luck but we did get some soup dumplings. Then it was fancy karaoke time.

There weren't too many whiteys there. We tried to figure out how to change the language on the machine from Chinese to English. While we were waiting for the surly waitress to help us, Birthday Boy Erik and Dani didn't let the fun get lost in translation. See it here.

It was Endy Chavez Bobblehead Night at Shea. He was almost as good a singer as Mr. Met.



Balgavy just can't get enough Murakami.
Before we knew it, it was quite late. We contemplated staying the night at the nearby Sheraton but a quick call to the hotel left us sad - all booked up.