Saturday, January 17, 2009
Some acknowledgements
I forgot to mention that Ray and Christina are also responsible for last night's super fun. Christina got up and sang with the band after we all harassed, I mean, peer pressured her enough (beautiful voice, that one), and they did some dancing of their own, which made my dancing with myself look not too strange because I was dancing next to other people. Christy, you were missed, man. Fred (the bassist of Fuzzy Dice and my bud) was also a trooper. With terrible laringitis he still sang "California Sun." Kick ass. Chris was the trusty designated driver who got us all home. Now if we can get him to not be so shy on the dance floor, it would be a miraculous thing. But last night he was feeling considerably out of sorts. He'd been to the funeral of a former and much loved high school teacher...suddenly this post is depressing. Crap. Rock on Mr. Guajaurdo (sp?)! Teach them something in Heaven!
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I am glad someone in your group could sing. We had a young lady who jumped up unannounced on stage as we started a song. She was under the impression we wanted her to for some reason. She was wrong. She was also under the impression she could sing. Strike two. Strike three came at the end of the evening when we were packing up and her boyfriend started something with another bar patron and they both got thrown out.
Ah, the colorful life of a groupee!
My sister April once had a great idea for a bar. It would be entirely made of nerf so that if there was a barroom brawl nothing would get broken and nobody would get a concussion. She was going to call it "Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody."
April continues to intrigue me... I really do need to meet her someday.
HAHAHAHA. Only freaking April.
There are so many funny Aprilisms that I could start an entire blog just based off of the things she says.
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