3 gay Marines + Karaoke x consumption of alcohol = A gay old time

Last night, Adam and I were trying to decide what to do when he suggested going to the Trapp for karaoke night. I thought it sounded like fun.

And, oh, it was.

There were the 4 cute gays who sang the Spice Girls.

The drunk guy with the too-tight shirt and pretty blue eyes.

The other drunk guy who had a really good voice.

The Marine who sounded awful but was very nice to look at.

The other Marine who you could barely hear but was really cute.

The cute skinny boy who sang in an octave higher than he should have.

The most fun part was when someone would forget the words and we'd all join in. Well, sometimes we'd all just join in because we were drinking and it was fun.

And, what better way to end a night then to go to gay Denny's after, tell dirty jokes, feel the nice arms of one of the Marines and feel up the other?