I’ll tell you the long version.

Back in November, I did DAD GANSIE a favor and encouraged ES readers to vote for his bud, Julie, in this pig cooking contest. I started the post by mentioning that my parents know Julie through her piano playing husband, Nicky. Every Friday my parents head over to this tiny hotel and listen to Nicky and crew sing Sinatra and many other songs that only one would know if born before 1947.

Anyway, after I posted about the contest, PR girl Lisa emailed letting me know that I should tell my parents to get their asses down 95 and take them to the only dueling piano bar in the area.

Yes, that’s right. I convinced 80p, Liza, and ES friends Justin and Charley to sing and eat with me (and go all the way out to National Harbor) at Bobby McKey’s.

I had never been to a dueling piano bar, so I really didn’t know what to expect. I’ll let you read my thoughts in the article, but what I didn’t mention is that the show is actually kinda foul: for Margaritaville, the singer guides the audience to scream about blow jobs and infidelity.

Actually, I have a few more things that I didn’t mention, but that you should know.

• Our requests for the following songs were denied: Kelly Clarkson’s Since You’ve Been Gone, Freida Payne’s Band of Gold and Beyonce’s Single Ladies. The piano players (all men) would also not play any Liza Minnelli.
• They would, however, play a few of the FreeCreditReport.com jingles.
• If you’re a sports fan, you’re in luck. They know just about all of the fight songs. Don’t ask what happened when they played the Eagle’s anthem. (Although I am SO PISTED at the Birds right now! UGH!)

It’s an insane time. Fun, though. Super fun. Actually, the kind of fun where you only need to go once ever. Fine, maybe once a year.

The Players’ Club: Bobby McKey’s Piano Bar [Express]

More [Express]