It's Gettin' Hot in Here

Yay for warm weather! It's been an interesting few days. We'll start with Thursday's adventure at Heroes. It was extremely crowded, and we saw a lot of interesting people. Apparently Warner Bros. teeshirts worn under jean overalls are back in style, at least for artistes. The ass songs were in effect as usual, along with one of my favorite songs, "Raise Up (North Carolina)," by Petey Pablo. Now if you don't know this romantic tune, the chorus goes, "North Carolina, raise up! Take your shirt off, raise it 'round your head like a helicopter." When this song was playing, Wendy and I passed by a bar patron who tried to get us to just do that, complete with pantomime helicopter motions. We politely declined both the offer to strip and the chewing tobacco he offered us. I thought about asking him to "ditch the dip." Later on in the evening, when walking inside from the beer garden, we passed by this lovely gentleman again, who politely apologized to me by saying, "Sorry about the tit thing." Someone's been to Miss Manners. . .


The other quality line of the night came from an older bar patron. When Nancy was walking off the dance floor, he stopped her and said, "You have a unique style! What's your nationality?" As Nancy wasn't wearing anything particularly ethnic, we were confused, but oh well. If anyone's looking for a lighter, I highly recommend Thornton's on Jefferson, as Wendy bought a particularly lovely one with a black man yelling "Whazzuuuuuup!" on it. I believe that was all the excitement from Heroes that I can recall.

Friday night, post Jewelry Party at the Whalen's (I bought myself a toe ring and earrings), Melanie, her cousin, her cousin's boyfriend and I headed out to the Tuckaway Tavern. We were hoping to see a performance by Remedy Band (check out the remedy cam section and look at Saturday, April 13 to find a picture of yours truly and some friends), but alas Remedy was not in attendance, and we were treated to "Jump Around" and other classics playing from a cd player. We had been sitting outside in the beer garden for a while when the night became a family reunion for Melanie and her cousin, as both Melanie and Jennifer's parents arrived. We sat around, drinking and eating some (surprisingly good) Tuckaway pizza, and listening to Melanie's dad's personal brand of psychological analysis. There weren't many familiar patrons, though there was one scary drunk guy that seemed to be having some kind of attacks as he told his stories about peeing (again, sorry Mom!) in the stands at a Bears game. I have many stories from Saturday, and I will update in a little while with those. A preview: Tom Petty lookalikes, extreme duck duck goose, shredded jeans, and bicycle theft!