The DJ – er, KJ? – of my weekly karaoke fun has acquired some new toys. There’s the echo effect machine, the new digital camera to snap our photos and, this week…

…the playback machine. When one of us finishes out the songs, that little window of time before the next karaoked-out tune begins now features the sound of whomever just wrapped things up.

This means that, after I decided to give Paula Abdul a “Straight Up” shoutout last night, I got to hear what everyone else hears.

I expect that this might result in a spike in my alcohol consumption on Wednesday nights.

(I kid. Kind of.)