Hrm, Heather was taken back to one car and asked questions while another officer asked me the same questions back at the Saturn. It had felt like I was being cross-examined, and we were, but things must’ve been satisfactory, as we were shortly released with a warning (not even a written one, though) and sent on our way.
Anywho, the open mic last night was strangely satisfactory. We didn’t sell any CDs, and frankly, I didn’t feel like I played very well – but there was eye candy coming from all directions, distracting and delicious in multiple ways.
First off, the stage is going directly ahead of me, with musicians and singer/songwriters, but mostly comedians. As with stand-up at open stages everywhere, the quality was varying and the best were decent and the worst were painful.
Then, to my left and over the bar, there is television number one – Now, over the past several months, I’ve grown pretty used to any number of silent televisions over bartops playing sports or random television channels, and I have now watched at least four movies with nothing but Closed Captioning keeping me abreast of the plot.
However, this was Bike Week on the Discovery Channel (Discovery Channel in a bar?!!?) (Bike Week, on the Discovery Channel?!!?) and they were doing all sorts of weird exposes on bizarre motorcycles and (for some reason) gorillas, in between advertisements for next week’s Shark Week.
So, that was pretty fascinating.
Then, turn a little further to the left and there’s the blonde who’s attracting all of the eyes at the bar. Two guys to either side of her are vying for her attentions, and who ever is on stage seems to direct most of their spiel at her. She’s not spectacular, but she’s got the bar seductress sway to her walk, and that groin grabbing way of slithering on and off a bar stool. There are two women in the bar, and by definition, the blonde is the creature most coveted.
We can continue turning to our left, creating distinct discomfort in our necks, and then we’ve got the SECOND television. And for however disconcerting it is to have the Discovery Channel going on one screen, when the second screen is showing Cartoon Channel’s Adult Swim, the stage is suddenly fighting a losing battle.
I now have a craving to see Cowboy Bebop WITH sound.
So, is that enough yet? Not at all – if’n I can hold my body at a complete 180 degrees, I can watch the bartender playing pool. She, like the blonde, isn’t a creature that would turn my head on the street, but also like the blonde, she’s in her element
here. I’m attracted to startling gestures, and she’s full of them, ESPECIALLY while playing pool.
Add in the fact that the entire interior of the Melody Inn is covered in posters and broken instruments and mirrors and at least one helmeted deer head, and it’s an even greater compliment that during our slot, we had the room in the palm of our collective hand.
So, we return to our campsite, and I have a bathroom all to myself, which is what my world is really all about, and we collapse into unconsciousness, waiting for the heat of morning to wake us.
Now, let me make absolutely clear, that unless you count crashing in a tent in Tyler’s backyard (which I don’t) I have NEVER been camping before. I’m not TOTALLY sure if I count this, either, as we keep thinking about running an extension cable from the car in order to watch DVDs in the tent, and there are very nice bathrooms, and there’s a pool, and there’s showers – but some of the campsites DO have anthills under them, so that makes it all pretty wildernessesque to me…
The wind whips the tent from side to side, and the heat fingers us mercilously all night, but morning leaves us unmolested by outside forces, and thunderstorms are promising on the horizon.