K and I were traipsing around downtown Denver looking for something to do when I suddenly had an idea for something different. He had twenty questions to guess what it was. If he couldn’t guess it, he’d have no choice but to do it. The answers:

It is indoors.
We will be sitting down.
There is no show.
The main activity is neither reading, watching, listening, talking nor eating.
It’s open till 3am.
It costs something.
It’s dark.
It’s private.
It’s not educational.
Touching and kissing not required.
It’s sort of popular.
There won’t be any food.
You don’t need to buy something.
It could get loud.
It’s fun.

Nope, it wasn’t a wine tasting. Nor was it a pedicure. But if you guessed Korean Karaoke, you win! (He didn’t.)

K surprised with a darned good rendition of Jailhouse Rock. I countered with my high school anthem Zombie. In your head, in your head…. Zo-om-beh, zo-om-beh, zo-om-behe-ehe-ehe!

A bit of U2, Carpenters, George Michael, Aerosmith, and, yes, Rick Astley (“You rickrolled me again!” -K) later, we left with our hoarse throats and soothed them with greasy Mexican food.