On Wednesday, we had dinner at the country club with the Nittanys and the Butt-Chins. I noshed on this wonderful pan-seared veal chop.
Mr. Monkey devoured the bacon-wrapped filet mignon.
Ugly pics, I know, but all I had was my little pink point-and-shoot, and the lighting was rather dim. Sad face.
During dinner, Mrs. Nittany and Mrs. Butt-Chin asked me what I like to do for fun at night. Mrs. Nittany loves clubbing. Mrs. Butt-Chin loves bars. They have a five-year-old and a three-year-old, respectively, yet are far more active at night than I am.
I mentioned I like karaoke. The two squealed, and that sealed it.
We went to Rosen Music Studio (3474 W. 8th Street, Los Angeles) after dinner. We don't live too far from K-town, so we stopped by to retrieve my camera and to change into comfy non-country-club clothes.
We went with Li'l Nittany and Butt-Chin, Jr. in tow. Maybe being a parent doesn't have to cramp your style after all.
I think I had six of these filled with apple soju.
Before things got really rowdy, though, we had fun with the kiddos. Li'l Nittany loves singing, just like his mama. He especially liked singing "No Air." Mrs. Nittany was Jordin Sparks, and Li'l Nittany was Chris Brown. Hee hee!
Mr. Nittany joined in, too. They're the Korean-Filipino Von Trapp family!
Li'l Nittany and Butt-Chin, Jr. sang "Jingle Bells" together.
The kids fell asleep around 11 or midnight.
We went strong for several more hours, though.
Can you tell why this guy is called Butt-Chin? When we went to Korean BBQ last week, Butt-Chin, Jr. shouted, "My daddy has a butt chin!" Hilarity.
How the little boys slept through Mr. Nittany's rendition of System of a Down's "Chop Suey" is beyond me.
Mr. Nittany did a pretty mean William Hung impression, too.
And he rocked "My Humps."
Orchid. The service was very good, and the bathroom was cleaner, too.
Good times until 3 a.m.