Tuesday, May 4, 2010

A rainbow world

posted Sun, 25 Feb 2007

SH and I walked into a bar. It was supposed to be a karaoke place. The singing was supposed to start at 7:00 p.m. This would be a place where I would be happy to go with him, as most karaoke doesn’t start until 10:00 p.m. Musicians, you know.

So we walked into this place – and noticed that not only was there no singing but also that all the women had mullets (I am not making this up) and that all the couples were guy/guy and gal/gal.

All conversation stopped. All heads swiveled to stare at us. The theme music from “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly” started playing in my head.

Apparently, a guy/gal couple coming into this place is not the usual thing.

But we gutted it out. We just wanted to sing, man! Can’t we all get along?

We asked the bartender what time the singing started.

“Whenever the karaoke people get here,” she shrugged. “Ten, eleven. You know how they are.”

“But in the paper, it says 7:00,” SH protested. Protesting to a butchy woman with ten holes in her left ear and with a pool cue standing next to the cash register isn’t always such a good idea, but SH has taken on the wasps in my basement, so I knew he could handle a bartender.

“You can go to One More,” she said. “They start at 8:00.”

We thanked her and left, feeling the eyes drilling into our backs as we walked out.

“Let’s go to One More,” SH said.

“That’s the place that Steve went when he first moved here and he was so excited to see it full of nothing but women watching football,” I told him. “Then he noticed they were all wearing flannel.”

“Oh,” SH replied. “Maybe not.”

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