2/23 – Dine & Dance

If you’re like me, then you’ll think that by the name of the place it would have been a pretty nice joint. Oh, but we’re wrong.

It was the kind of place who’s regulars included a man named Pee Wee (it could very well be his real name) who talked like a bad version of Louis Armstrong and looked a little too much like a short relative of Grizzly Adams. Pee Wee also decided that Mudcat’s tie just had to go, which I think made Mud a tiny bit concerned that it was going to quickly move from a wardrobe item to a noose.

C-Man suggested that we should add a roll of chicken wire to our equipment for just such an occasion, but we made it through the evening without having anything thrown at us and Mud’s tie remained in tact.

And let’s not forget the weird and unidentifiable pounding with its very own synchronized blue flashing light coming from the place behind the bar. It sort of looked like a giant bug zapper, but it had a pounding sound, not a zapping sound. When I pulled in the parking lot, I thought for a brief moment that there was something horribly wrong with my little car. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

As we were leaving, Anno and I howled at the remains of the full moon, so that made everything all right (at least for me).