Sing Karaoke completely sober in front of strangers. Check.
Maybe not the completely sober part. But I'm not suffering this morning from anything other than a lack of sleep and the usual morning-after-smoke-in-my-face cough. One minute it was 2300 and the next, 0230 so who knows what time I got home. And I was woken up at 0530 by my angel turned tyrant demanding the iPad. It's 0900 and she's done with colouring, painting, and Despicable Me and wants to move onto face paints. In five minutes I'm going to be a cheetah.
The Karaoke wasn't as painful as I thought. Fun even. I've never done it before because I'm a terrible singer, and doing something that I could't be perfect at would have been unthinkable. Imperfection is freedom, and I'm loving it.