Tough night tonight. I’m probably not going to see my daughter this weekend for her birthday, as texted to me by my ex-wife (my daughter’s choice, not mine), and I just needed to get the fuck out of the house.
I had no idea of where to go, and I couldn’t reach anybody by phone or text to talk about how I’m feeling. It’s a fucked-up combination of disappointment, failure, sadness and anger, and I absolutely fucking hate it.
As I drove down King Street in Alexandria, I passed the Rock-It Grill, which is one of the better know karaoke bars in the DMV. I don’t know why, but the little voice in my head said “When all else fails, just sing”, and that’s why I’m here.
So as I’m writing this, a girl is doing a decent job with Spandau Ballet, which offsets the guy talk-singing Sinatra. But everybody’s having a good time, so the wrong notes don’t count.
This is definitely not where I thought I’d be at 11:35 on Tuesday night, but at least it’s helping me to get out of my head.