erik and i had big plans for our friday night. i sit in a building all day doing mostly nothing but staring at a screen and he spends most of his day hanging out in our townhouse, so i made the big suggestion. let's go for a walk when i get home!
needless to say when other plans came up with the people i work with, we jumped on the bandwagon.
the big plans were to go to this karaoke bar by the mall called adolphs. place your world war two jokes here.
kaylee felt the need to warn me as she and i are two of seven people out of our twenty-one person class that do not smoke. thank goodness.
erik and i show up around 10:15 pm. before even parking we got a glimpse of the type of people we were about to encounter. honestly, i wasn't sure if this woman was dressed to a T for the area or a transvestite. either way this isn't the type of bar i was used to.
as we walked in the door, the bouncer wearing a pink shirt and cowboy hat announces the fact that we are a long way from home. you're telling me...
we stood at the bar but apparently not at the walk-up which was the only place we could actually order drinks if we weren't sitting there. it seemed to take forever. in this time, the two people from my work that had already arrived noticed me: chase, the ex-marine californian and lisa, who's roller derby name is psycho sweettie.
both smokers.
next to arrive was jane, the excitable teacher and her husband of two years. then steve, the new mexican who says wicked and his girlfriend, kenda. kaylee and tiffany. and finally rocky. most of the gang.
lisa introduced us to her friend, shooter who continued to hit on tiffany all night even after she told him that the fact that he wanted to take photographs of her was creepy. might i add that shooter looked like a 60 year old scary version of kris kristofferson with sketchy glasses.
sketchy guy #27 at that bar got up to sing my girl to apparently every woman in the room. his arms were approximately as long as his body and he could be compared to a hillbilly cowboy umpa lumpa.
by the time chase was up to sing his second song (ice ice baby- unfortunately sketchy guy #27 also dirty dances), my eyes felt like little ash balls rolling around in my head. red, scratchy and squinting, i was blinking to try to keep some moisture away from the amount of smoke that was overwhelming every orifice of my body. after finishing our cheap pitcher of water beer, i think we were both about ready to leave. being the troopers that we are, we stayed until a little after midnight. endured as much as we could, inhaled around 90 cigarettes a piece and came home to try to brillo off everything.
i'm pretty sure if i burned the clothes i wore last night, people 4 states over would still get a nicotine fix.
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