Today's event-at-the-bar:

 

Well, actually this is from Wednesday, but I've been sadly without access to the internet for the last few days. You know how it is. Anyway, most of the time at our place, we have a DJ who plays music (mostly techno-type); but on the slow nights we'll have karaoke. It's usually scheduled for Mondays (which are generally the slowest of nights), but will vary depending on the crowd. Wednesday, being the biggest travelling day of the year, was it's usually boring night. However, we did get a visit from a 50's superstar. You see, although we all thought he died in a fiery plane crash with Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens, the Big Bopper is actually still alive. I know this because I met him on Wednesday night. Of course, when I asked him about the famous crash, he informed me that he faked his own death because he was sick of fame and wanted to spend more time with his family. Mr. Bopper, of course, sang several of his well-known songs (and I could almost believe him from his excellent singing), and then went on to sign autographs for the handful of customers we had. I was very entertained by one of the comments from a regular, when Mr. Bopper asked if our regular had heard of him, "oh yeah, I think I heard something on the radio about you having a concert at the casino last summer." The look of vulgar disgust on our post-superstar's face was the highlight, with a mumbled, "I've never played a casino in my life." I'm not sure we'll be seeing much of him in the near future.