The Cure Is Karaoke

I found myself in a bit of a quandary this week - Dating Guy had taken a turn, and started to ghost me. Now, I’m a proud woman, so I tried very hard to stick to the “never text him first” rule. And I mostly made it through the week. But I was STEWING. I was tossing and turning at night, thinking about all the different ways I wanted to say “fuck you” and “you’ve fumbled the bag.” Turns out, I have many many revisions and drafts of that particular language.

But as Wednesday and Thursday approached, I was staring down two free evenings without a clear social plans. Left to me own devices, I can be a menace. So my ship came in when an old friend surprised me by saying she and her husband were in town for two nights and two nights only. She’s the life of the party and a seemingly endless source of energy. This is EXACTLY what the doctor ordered - two days of “mandatory” fun with an old friend to take my mind off my increasingly spicy anger stew.

On our first night hanging out, I told her the whole situation and filled her in on Dating Guy. I said I was mad at him, mad at myself and mad at men generally. She immediately had advice and kind words, but she also had a suggestion: karaoke. She and I have always been big karaoke fans and singers. They now live in Japan so they have gotten REALLY used to the karaoke lifestyle. So ending their quick stop in our fair city with karaoke seems perfect.

Let me tell you - karaoke is the cure for what ails you (or at least your heart). Screaming “You Outta Know” and “Fuck You” (the Cee-lo Green one) with friends old and new will make you feel a whole lot better. It certainly did me.

The next day, I woke up with a sore throat (known as “woo hoo throat”) and a baby hangover, smelling of Ktown cigarettes and sticky with watermelon soju. But I felt 1000x times better. Sometimes, the only cure is singing your heart out.

Here’s the Breakup Karaoke playlist I know you needed.