I fell in love with karaoke in the summer of 2012. A group of friends and I stopped by Armida’s, the now sadly closed Mexican restaurant that hosted karaoke on two floors. I was a few months shy of 21, so we executed our usual plan of having my older brother go in, head to the smoking patio, and throw his ID to me, which I immediately showed the bouncer.
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