After seeing Bob Thompson last night, I managed to end up on the wrong side of the tracks, a.k.a. the West Side. (Of the 12 murders that were committed in Charleston in 2004, 11 happened on the West Side. Yikes.) It turned out to be a very weird night, but there was one highlight. It involved karaoke. (Yes, someone’s karaoke performance was the highlight of my evening. Sad, isn’t it?) This guy did Rapper’s Delight, and he knew every single word of that ridiculous song without looking at the little screen. He never once slipped up. It was awesome. Things went downhill after that, which should tell you something about the quality of my evening.
So, I can add last night to the growing list of weird nights I’ve had in Charleston with strangers. This is apparently a new trend for me. I go out with people I’ve just met and something unusual happens, then I never see them again. I’m starting to think Charleston is located in The Twilight Zone.
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