An excuse to touch oneself
Well it was a good night... or at least it started out that way... when we got there it was mostly empty... which under normal KG-driven conditions that would be really good... get 2 "numbers" in a piece and in bed by 10:30PM... BUT unfortunately KG is out of commission... Jimmy related to Rhonda something about "throat surgery"... Jimmy was vague and claimed that "him and KG don't get along so well".. this led to wild speculation about some tragic Brokeback incident between them...
In any case, Matchbox Kenny was at the helm and as a result chaos reined and we bailed after some severe Jamming - "performing" only one rotation... As the night wore on we got a lot of tourists (lots of "duets" that consisted of shouting out the parts of the lyrics that they already knew... and mumbling through the rest). Magoo-san was there in an unusual non-competitive demonstration of his "skills" - unfortunately since this was informal there were no props.
One of our recently reported characters (a skinny creepy biker-wannabe who usually sports a "Southern Blade" biker vest) turns out to have an even better actual handle: "Chico". He seemed particularly supportive of two short, squat, matching Brokeback cowboy bookends who did some edgy and well executed material - "Hurts so Good" and "Crush" respectively.
We spied a new regular perched at the bar... not really named at this point... sort of a cross between "Ma" Barker and a fire plug. She was sporting the univeral unisex poor rummy haircut... thin greasy "naturally moussed" hair combed straight back and continuing to grow down the back of the neck without any plans for future trimming... i.e. a zero-maintenance-get-this-out-of-my-face styling
Karaol spent the evening being groped by a drunken not-her-sycophant-boyfriend guy (??!!). Speaking of Karaol.. I believe that her entire head is gin blossomed... literally... maybe even extending down into the neck a bit...
As previously mentioned, Rhonda had an extended conversation with Jimmy about a number of topics...I will leave it to her to report the details.
Humorous Anecdote:
BikerBouncer to The Alien as we were leaving: (motioning over) Hey... come here... i gotta tell you something..
The Alien: (moving in close)... huh?
BikerBounder: Your fly is open...
The Alien: (performing a quick check) no it's not op... hey... (realizing he had been "had")
BikerBouncer: (chuckling at pulling a really "good one"... and raising hands as if to apologize for "getting him good")
The Alien: It's all good, chief... It gave me an excuse to touch myself
Once this was related to all of us on the sidewalk outside... we all had a good laugh at how ingenious the original prank was AND how witty the comeback had been
THE LINE UP
The Alien: SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
Rhonda: (chose to sit this one out)
Joe: (chose to sit this one out)
Lisa P: 99 RED BALLOONS
Chris: ACT NATURALLY
see you next R @ K's for K
In any case, Matchbox Kenny was at the helm and as a result chaos reined and we bailed after some severe Jamming - "performing" only one rotation... As the night wore on we got a lot of tourists (lots of "duets" that consisted of shouting out the parts of the lyrics that they already knew... and mumbling through the rest). Magoo-san was there in an unusual non-competitive demonstration of his "skills" - unfortunately since this was informal there were no props.
One of our recently reported characters (a skinny creepy biker-wannabe who usually sports a "Southern Blade" biker vest) turns out to have an even better actual handle: "Chico". He seemed particularly supportive of two short, squat, matching Brokeback cowboy bookends who did some edgy and well executed material - "Hurts so Good" and "Crush" respectively.
We spied a new regular perched at the bar... not really named at this point... sort of a cross between "Ma" Barker and a fire plug. She was sporting the univeral unisex poor rummy haircut... thin greasy "naturally moussed" hair combed straight back and continuing to grow down the back of the neck without any plans for future trimming... i.e. a zero-maintenance-get-this-out-of-my-face styling
Karaol spent the evening being groped by a drunken not-her-sycophant-boyfriend guy (??!!). Speaking of Karaol.. I believe that her entire head is gin blossomed... literally... maybe even extending down into the neck a bit...
As previously mentioned, Rhonda had an extended conversation with Jimmy about a number of topics...I will leave it to her to report the details.
Humorous Anecdote:
BikerBouncer to The Alien as we were leaving: (motioning over) Hey... come here... i gotta tell you something..
The Alien: (moving in close)... huh?
BikerBounder: Your fly is open...
The Alien: (performing a quick check) no it's not op... hey... (realizing he had been "had")
BikerBouncer: (chuckling at pulling a really "good one"... and raising hands as if to apologize for "getting him good")
The Alien: It's all good, chief... It gave me an excuse to touch myself
Once this was related to all of us on the sidewalk outside... we all had a good laugh at how ingenious the original prank was AND how witty the comeback had been
THE LINE UP
The Alien: SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
Rhonda: (chose to sit this one out)
Joe: (chose to sit this one out)
Lisa P: 99 RED BALLOONS
Chris: ACT NATURALLY
see you next R @ K's for K
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