Saturday, July 16, 2005
We went out to the Dixie Dance Hall tonight with our friend Clay to entertain him while his family is out of town. At one point during the night, I was admiring the t-shirts worn by the staff and the picture dude (the dude who will take a picture of your group for a mere $5) said, "You want one? Talk to that guy." So, I talked to that guy and he said he would sell me one for a mere $30. So, of course, I bought one. I know. I know. Don't lecture me, my sister Bonnie already did. "You gave some guy $30 for that shirt? Have you completely lost your mind?"
At some point during the night, I put the t-shirt on over my stylish peasant blouse and sat at our table hoping a manager would come up and tell me to get back to work. I was going to look at him and say, "Kiss my ass. I quit."
At around midnight, all the beautiful people started arriving at the club. I'm telling you, Beaumont has some beautiful, gorgeous, movie star quality looking people here. Next time I'm going to bring my camera so I can show you. I asked Bonnie and Clay, "When do they start telling us old, ugly people to leave?"
We finally did call it quits at around 1:30 a.m. for no particular reason other than that we knew they would kick us out eventually.
Tomorrow night, Led Zepland at Antone's.
By the way, if you don't know the definition of 'slump buster' (the phrase is on the shirt), I looked it up: The person you have sex with when you haven't had sex in a long time.