Wings at the Wagon Wheel

While Francis and I were staying in PA, I decided to expose him to some local culture. So we hit up the All-You-Can-Eat-Wings-And-Karaoke night at a country biker bar nearby. I also called Becky, my old friend from Friday's, to join us. We hadn't seen each other in nearly five years. My cousin Trevor also came. I can't believe he's old enough to drink beer with me now!



Here's video of Francis singing Red Hot Chili Peppers. I even got up and sang, which is surprising because I HATE having an audience. (I did get a little liquid courage from my Yuengling beer though.) It was actually pretty fun! The karaoke DJ had like, every song known to man in his collection.