Well, I'm going to try very hard to stay the course in this blog, but I can't guarantee it. You see, I do 'snarky' really well when I'm talking to someone, but I don't write it very well at all. I believe that I stopped writing bad things about people when mom told me over and over again that I shouldn't write anything I didn't want my father to read. Dad did not like us saying bad things about other people.
HOWEVER! Tonight was a fun night.
The 9's were playing at The Slowdown. They are a great band. Musically really tight - and they put on one of the best shows in town. If you ever get a chance to hear them play - grab it - you'll have a ball.
Friends of mine are in the group and they originally put this band together years ago ... like ... ummm ... years ago! So, many of the band's followers are that many years older now. Good for them that they come out to hear the group play and good for them that they have a great time. But, oh my goodness! You are not 25 years old anymore. You have put on 50 pounds, your hair is either grey or you've lost most of it and you've gone from wearing cool clothes to wearing old man clothes. Please realize this before you swing your ass around on a dance floor thinking you're all that!
I had the best time watching people. Max was shooting pictures of the band, I was watching the gear, my friends were dancing and having fun. But, I have to tell you, I was laughing the entire time while watching people who are no longer young, act like they are ... well, that's not even the truth. They have actually forgotten what young is and the way they act is a parody of their former selves.
Like the couple at the bar. Late 40s, early 50s. I'm betting they're not married. They were making out - oh, they were making out. She had her back to him and was moving up and down ... trying to be so sexy. He had shaved his head (at least I didn't have to look at a really bad balding hairstyle), but had an extended goatee ... untrimmed ... not cool. For 45 minutes they were dancing this dance.
Now I remember being in clubs 15-20 years ago. When young people dance that dance, it really doesn't take that long for them to decide they need to leave ... but, I'm pretty sure he was going to need Viagra to deal with all she was handing out.
Oh, and the couple that hadn't spent too much time together - again - late 40s, early 50s. I'm betting he had never had a girl this hot when he was in high school and college and really had no idea what he was going to do with her. She wanted to dance - and she was all about showing off her body. Yes, it still looked good. And heck, she was wearing a little red halter thing that exposed all of her back and most of her front (remember the date? January 2 ... whatever). She had her hands raised high (to show off her assets) and was dancing around, looking good ... he raised his hands up to dance like she did ... and it was just ... sad.
Then there was a large group of people there - all of them in their late 50s ... trying to be funky as they sat jammed in a booth. Chair dancing - the funky dance. And the woman in front of me who came back from the dance floor, put her index finger on her husband's scalp and twirled around him like a top. The only problem was that she had to find a bit of the hair that was left in the bald / hairy mess that was his head.
Old people doing 'funky.' It was a sight to behold. They probably weren't able to do it 20-30 years ago, but they were so high and/or drunk that no one cared. They still can't pull it off, but they managed to get themselves drunk enough and were in a group large enough that they encouraged each other in embarrassing behavior.
I figure that most of these people will wake up tomorrow morning and a couple of things will occur to them as they attempt to roll out of bed. 1 - they're hungover. 2 - their body does NOT respond to that much strange activity anymore and everything is going to hurt. I'm guessing it's a good thing they have a couple of days to recuperate before putting on their business suits Monday morning and heading to work.
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