Sunday, February 04, 2007

Russian Roulette with a Drunken Bar Owner

Now before you freak out, NO there was no gun involved. The gun, in fact, was the drunken bar owner. Now, I can explain.

Smurf and hmm...lets call him UnGeek and I went out to see Wojo live. THEY were fantastic, as always. Even better live than on CD (which I now own all of *hops*). They put on a great show! A few songs into the first set, two older, Blondie women started dancing on the "dance floor". Now, this is a small Kentucky bar and the dance floor was about a 5ft by 10ft strip of wood DIRECTLY in front of the band. I no longer tease Justin about singing with his eyes closed. The dance, shall we say in the words of UnGeek was "the embodiment of white trash". Those might not of been his EXACT words, but it was loud. If this wasn't entertaining enough for everyone involved, they started trying to get the crowd to come up and dance with their drunken selves.

The first set ended and the two friends of mine in the band made their way to our table. We reminisced of our 8th grade bus antics and who we still knew from the old days. The topic of the drunken-dancing women came up and Justin mentioned that it was the owner of the bar and her sister. We were a tad shocked, but got from him which one was the owner. Her sister left soon after this revelation and the band started playing once more. The owner was now moving through the crowd to find SOMEONE to dance with. The trick, UnGeek thought, was to avoid eye contact. So having autistic kids came in handy after all. I managed to only get asked once. Poor UnGeek almost got pulled out of his chair until I explained that he had injured his knee. She left us be. One poor guy almost had his arm pulled off as she tried to get him to dance with her. It was all highly entertaining. A nice circus side show...with fantastic music.

On other notes, Volume has been earning his name of late. Tantrums abound when this child doesn't feel totally well. Throw yourself around the room and scream your head off tantrums. The Master and I tend to leave the room and just let him work it out. Unless we hear him hurt himself, of course. Trouble has started to fight with his brother as well. Pushing him back when hes doing something HE wants to do or hogging the TV. we have been trying to let them sort this out for themselves and reminding ourselves that its a GOOD sign. We're hopping that he doesn't start doing this to kids at school.

Current Mood: Content
Current Song: Borderlands by WoJo

2 comments:

lushgurl said...

ROFL...That kind of reminded me of when I was still drinking, getting up and dancing in front of the band and thinking I was really hottt all the while! Oh it kind of reminded me exept for the autistic children *hugs* and the husband...

The Maven said...

Nothing like old, white trash to turn an otherwise average night out into sommething memorable.

I think after this afternoon that I should be the 'volume' of my house :P