Well, it’s almost Wednesday so I guess now is as good a time as any to fill you in on my weekend shenanigans…
On Friday night, I went to see Mike Stinson at the Cinema Bar with Dr. Niece…and I got drunk.
Not like drool-in-my-glass, slur-my-words, try-to-hold-my-own-hair-out-of-my-vomit, pass-out-on-the-bathroom-floor kind of drunk; but drunk nevertheless. I seem to recall grabbing my own breasts at one point…but I don’t remember much else of, say, the last two hours of the evening. I do know that the bartender had us stay after closing time and bought us a drink.
You know, cuz I so obviously needed one last drink.
Whatever. I had fun. And Mike Stinson still rocks, even when I can’t remember the last portion of his set…
I do recall once again dancing to his rendition of Dylan’s Masters of War, something which always makes me feel a tad guilty. I mean, Mike does a killer version of the song and it is a rocking one, musically-speaking; but should I really be throwing my hair around and dancing to lyrics such as:
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
?
Quite an interesting crowd at the old Cinema, too…and I think we conversed with every single one of them. The old dude with the hat on who said he is a friend of Mike’s family; the crazazy dancing bald guy with his shirt unbuttoned to his navel; the super-sweet, older rockabilly man who could cut a serious rug; that musician from the band I can’t recall, but who I can tell spends way too much time on his hair every morning; and, of course, Pamela Des Barres.
On Saturday, perhaps needless to say, I slept in. Although a more accurate version of this story would be to say that I made an effort to sleep in; but since the Old Man had to get up and go to work, that meant I woke up. And I never really got back to sleep. Which really sucked the big nut.
As you may know, I was supposed to attend my niece’s bridal shower on Sunday evening. However, I spent the first half of Sunday at the county fair with the Old Man’s granddaughter, Lily…and even though I stayed away from the deep fried Twinkies, I apparently ate a bit too much junk food, cuz I ended up with a small stomach problem.
And that, in a nut-shell, was my weekend.
Amen.
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