We all went into a club to see a blues band last week. It was the most entertaining spectacle, for me at least.The rather uncertain looking door man said that anyone underage was definitely not allowed in. After making sure this was the right place Dad negotiated for a while until a larger and more authentic looking bouncer said it was alright. Sadly I forgot Id, so I wasn't able to proposition people for drinks.
We went striding in, Dad, Mum, followed by four girls single file ( we met up with another few people). The various drunk youths were already enjoying the atmosphere by smashing glasses and wriggling in corners. They looked a little astonished at the strange party we made.
The music was excellent, as usual. I didn't think it seemed that loud until Tammys head exploded in the second set. The girls were amused by the octopus and various whales occupying the arena in front of the stage. I barely remember getting up to dance. I was so glad for a strategically placed pillar between our table and the view.
At one point i took one of the girls to the john. The women already in there looked as if they were settling in for the night, against our will we heard in length the virtue of, and just how much black clothes are womens best friend. When we left one turned up her nose and said what all the looks already had: "I certainly hope THAT isn't your child."
I think told her that Tammy was obviously 18.
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Haha, good post lisa.
Yeah.
We showed them.
No one can mess with the Big Four.
You can't keep good emndown. Ugh. Hmm.
Leeloo, you forgot how they said, "don't tell me she is the pub..!"
And you should've said, 'she is in the pub.' --tammy
You CAN keep a good man down.
Tammy i was half deaf so im not entirely sure of what they said.
Lisa, we are the good men. that doesnt apply. :)
Wot wot?
pretty good post, leeloo. a rather sparse one, too. you should have elaborated more on the piles of specimens wiggling about in happy corners.--by god, they were wiggling in the corner! the bouncers looked like floating bouncy-balls looking ruined because they were missing out on all the "activities". what about our ideas of exploiting tammy. --the many times i had wailed over the loss that i wasnt a big 40 year old man so i could force a dance out of tammy and look like a respectible pedophile. the floating octopuses were really floating, by the way. one certain octopus/wale specimen never stoped humping the air, especially when the music stopped. we amused ourselves by writing things to the octopuses and wales that irritated us so on the table with scraps of garbage, such as the title of your post. we all took turns mentally trying to part the lines of legs before us which were blocking our view of the wales floating majestically before the stage. when we left our friend was pounced upon by piles of wigling men full of comments like "...soo...you were with "the group"?" --poor girl, of course she was.
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