I’m getting ready to go out to open mic night tonight. Open mic night is when ordinary, sane, usually sober adults got up in front of a room full of people, sing and play musical instruments. It’s a whole level above karaoke in difficulty and potential embarrassment.

I usually team up with my friend Johnson, the man with two last names, for open mic night. Tonight we are going to do two songs that we have never done before , and a third that we only bring out in December, so we don’t remember it too well- Hugh Matin and Harold Blaine’s “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas,” first sung by Judy garland in the 1942 movie “Meet Me In St. Louis.”

I’m the taller, handsomer, more talented and modest one, with more hair, in the picture.

Why do we expose ourselves to potential life altering ridicule once a month? It is very motivating, if you play a musical instrument or sing, to get up and do it in public. It makes you rehearse, improve your performance and it gives you an incredible adrenaline rush. Beer helps, too.