A group of local bloggers (including ye humble scribe) spent last night singing along with Mel Stiller at Jacob Wirth's.
Above, a kilted Bruce from mAss Backwards waits for the next verse of the song of the moment. Bruce was the life of the party, singlehandly out-singing an entire table of young women. Then again, he used to be a Friday-night regular at the sing-along; he even designed the cover on Stiller's lyric books.
At one point, a woman at the bar came over to compliment him on his singing and to ask what he does that he developed such a good voice. "It's his opera background," I said. "You're an opera singer? No, really, what do you do?" she asked. "I'm in construction management," he said. She refused to believe that somebody with such a good voice could be in construction management. But she didn't believe our next suggestion, either, that he was a cop.
Also there was Jen Stewart, Mats from Internet128 and a couple of other folks whose names I didn't get. The Margolis brothers also came; they spent most of the night to my far right, talking to Scott Allen Miller, who I think called me the token liberal, what with one of the Blue Mass. Group guys begging out at the last minute due to a cold (Miller missed David Bernstein of the Phoenix).