We spent what would be our last night with Marian and Blancdine by hitting up a K-tv center. In Asia, karaoke is big business where groups rent rooms of varrying quality and spend hundreds on overpriced whiskey and snacks. When we walked in, the owners thought they'd hit jackpot, escorting us to their VIP room, with pool table, leather couches, and its own bar. It took three more downgrades in quality before they understood that we only wanted to sing a few songs.
For the first five minutes, set to a cranked up version of Justin Bieber's "Baby" we had three waitresses and a bouncer. It dwindled down to a single woman who merely showed up every ten minutes to delete songs that she didn't like from our list. We decided not to pay $100 for a bottle of Johnny Walker or Canadian Club and made no friends in the establishment. They were glad after we left, racking up a total bill of $10 for the rental of the room. Expecting us to be rich foreigners, who'd bring in lots of money, the owners did quite get what they expected. It was quite fun though and definitely an essential experience, but I prefer pub karaoke.
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