well, I had an amusing Saturday night...me and my sis went to a little place called ashcats right up the street. The plan was to drink a few beers, enjoy the band and dance a little..couldnt stay out to late because I had to get up in the morning for work. Plan preceded fine, we walked in, bought our adult beverages..then made our way over to a table in the back.



I had a rolling rock..beer thats rather hard in taste..but I like it..and she the usual jack and coke. Now I used to drink corona with a twist..but that was too smooth went down too good, too fast and left me too drunk..so I switched.


The music was good and we were enjoying people on the dance floor. I do like to see people have a good time, most of the time people seem miserable especially when their in their car....but at a club they are a little loopey and loose..and basically happy, and happy is good! My eyes picked up a fella half staggering half dancing, damn my adhd..... he was trying to cut in the dance group of women who came with the band.....but was being ignored by the ladies..they snubbed them..and you know how girl groupies are..dont dare block their view. So I felt a little sorry for the guy and asked him to dance. (gave me an excuse to dance, my sister is one of those folks that need to be convinced via alcohol to get on the dance floor.) Well, that was the first mistake, like a stray cat that was fed, all of the sudden we had a couple of drunken redneck table squatters sitting with us....but that was cool, they were having a good time and Im all for a good time....but as the evening wore on..like 10 minutes..they shared important information with us that made me wonder if I had entered a wacko movie blot similar to "Deliverance"... things that made you go ahh..second mistakes..listening....1) they are rednecks.ok, thats cool we live right next door to west virgina..so that happens...2) they have property in flintstone and keyser ..are they trying to impress us or scare us. "I can build you a house.." or "I can hide bury a body"... 3) "you have a purty smile" said to my little sister from a man with summer teeth....4) one of them owns or has motels.or motel room, didnt want to know so changed the subject....5) your a purty woman,,,6) that a black man kissed his sister and he shot him.thats why he's umemployable..which explained the had jail house tats all over his arms..I looked for a swaztica 7) "your a purty woman" tenth time in between slurred incomprohensive speech..spilled his beer all over the place..8) that he needed a good woman..which I firmly stated I was not the one.looking down at his wet pants and spilled beer...9) "your a purty woman".argh....10) he said his name.was....jim bob, john joe, billie bob ...bob bo... some thing.I didnt quite catch it..11) "your a pretty woman".....shudder...



However, I maintianed my integrity..because you know, I too have been obnioxius drunk and as irrating as a a picnic knat..so I was kind and tried to keep the personal space between us within 3 feet..thats when he decided to move his chair closer and kissed my cheek..ok well, now shiate was getting really real, I said "please dont do that again"..which only made him start rubbing my arm with his pointer finger..I sat there with a fixed smile and moved my arm..envisioning slash fantiszing me jabbing my pointer finger into his right eye.. his buddy kept buying us drinks, he had the bartender make my sisters a double.. I dont suppose he thought if he gets her good and drunk he would have entertianment for the evening..and bob bo, jim bob.looked me in the eye with his heither come puke looked and suggested we go somewhere to talk alone for a while..boy oh boy..I know I look a little young for my age..but I didnt fall of the turnip truck yesterday..hello... so as fair and amused as I was at the beginning..I must have started to looka little irratated..thats when my sweet now snookered sister chimes.."I want to go to My Place.."..Carol was pretty drunk..and when she gets a good schnooker she wants to hit every bar in the area..she doent want the night to end,.,unfortunitly..climbing out of bed with a big head..the next morning she wished the day would end..lol... My Place is a bar that entertians much younger people and the reason is the music can and will cause irreversible back damage if your not carefull, I told her no..didnt know these cats enough.she says."oh my god, not with these guys.." then I added .plus had to work..didnt feel like crawling inot work with a twisted back..so I suggested a trip home..we left I left two untouched beers on the table, .....but before we left shook our new gentlamen freinds hands, thanked them for the undrinken beers and bid them well..and farewell..



next time, Im dancing with myself or going to see the kramer borthers..