The 24th marked my now defunct wedding anniversary. Would've been 17 years now. Bless our bones, that was a long time ago and a very poor decision on my part. Needless to say, I felt the need to celebrate the past 8 years of this new life that's such a breeze compared to that other one.
We went out to see our friend put on a show with her all girl band. I'm a sucker for a couple of bongos. We saw a number of old friends and foes. And you'll never guess who else was there! Drunk Girl! She sure was and true to form, she was drunk and half naked.
They played at the pub pictured above. There are two neon martinis and a four leaf clover hanging over the door. I guess it means it's lucky or you may get lucky. Joe told me when he and his college friends went the very first time, they came away calling it the Menopause Lounge. That still holds true but we're closer than we've ever been to fitting in there.
When the punk band started playing we realized we'd have to make a hasty exit. We decided to filter out through different doors and at different times. The punk band leader has been known to get super pissed when his audience gets up and walks out. And who wants to be a part of that scene? I went out first and while I waited for the rest of my group I was confronted by some M.L. regulars. They seemed so old. Their men had rotund bellies that seemed to be stuffed with something that defied gravity. And the rest of their bodies. They all got into it and took to slapping one another and throwing bits of newspaper. The fight went as soon as it came and as they drove away (God help the non-drunk drivers!), one fellow was looking at his phone and said, "Now, rahhhght cheer, I'm bout ta have anal six with a uni-cawrn!"
When the punk band started playing we realized we'd have to make a hasty exit. We decided to filter out through different doors and at different times. The punk band leader has been known to get super pissed when his audience gets up and walks out. And who wants to be a part of that scene? I went out first and while I waited for the rest of my group I was confronted by some M.L. regulars. They seemed so old. Their men had rotund bellies that seemed to be stuffed with something that defied gravity. And the rest of their bodies. They all got into it and took to slapping one another and throwing bits of newspaper. The fight went as soon as it came and as they drove away (God help the non-drunk drivers!), one fellow was looking at his phone and said, "Now, rahhhght cheer, I'm bout ta have anal six with a uni-cawrn!"
When our group reconvened, we did a bit of bar hopping. We found our niche on the back steps of a very popular establishment and Drunk Girl reappeared soon after. She had a cold Mothership in her hand when she approached us and told us we were the coolest people she'd ever known. Joe issued our tried and true statement and said, "Darlin' you need to get out more because we're pretty damn lame." She was not deterred. She scooted over to me and humped my right thigh to the band's rendition of War Pigs. I looked around and noticed all the faces around me. It was obvious to me they'd been humped in the past too. Someone had poured beer on the hem of her hippie skirt and it was lying cold against my ankle. I told her so. Then a male walked by and she was off me and on him. Drunk Girl is a wreck and it has somehow endeared her to me. She forgot about her Mothership so I promptly drank it. I hope I didn't pick up syphilis. Bless her bones.
With Joe by my side, it was such a happy non-anniversary.
I know exactly where I would be without him.
4 comments:
I dig Drunk Girl. I wouldna drank after her though. Girl, you crazy!
I do not think she had the opportunity to drink any of it. Someone popped the cap and handed it to her. I think she spotted us then and started the humping. I didn't see any drinking. I think I'm good.
Happy non-anniversary. Glad you dodged it.
Mothership Wit? I approve.
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