Sing! Sing! Sing!

Friday I sang in a punk rock choir at Daley Plaza. That is...hilarious. And awesome. And we all deserve it: singers, Chicagoans, readers. We deserve to sing! Last night the Child Welfare Party Crew (and Baby Burnham) took over a Bridgeport bar and karaoked ourselves into pure, rapturous joy. Seriously. Un-dreamed of bliss and hilarity. It was songs I didn't know I wanted to hear sung by some of my favorite people in the world in a completely unexpected but totally perfect way. And also the White Sox had won! I got to sing "Don't Stop Believing" in Bridgeport! Sing, people, sing!