At approximately 9:30 p.m. Eastern Standard Time last night, you may have felt a sudden heat wave. No worries. That was only my cheeks burning.
We went to the VFW last night after I got off of work to meet a friend. When I suggested the outing to Sweety a few weeks ago he was not very excited.
A little backstory – the friend I wanted to go meet is someone I met because she briefly dated someone who Sweety bowled with. She and I only met in person once and then became better acquainted through Facebook and Twitter. When I told Sweety who I wanted to meet, his first reaction was, “Geez…why can’t you find friends that won’t be awkward? She dated So-and-So. You’re weird.” I reminded him that he had asked me just a few days before why couldn’t I make more “real life friends” after making plans to meet an “online friend” and that if it made him feel any better that he could pretend that I met her online. (no, we aren’t delusional, are we?)
I promised him that if he had a complete craptastic time that I would never ask him to go again. I told him to use our safeword of “appaloosa” if he felt that we needed to flee the scene.
I am a longtime fan of VFWs. As far as I’m concerned – they have the best suppers and you can’t beat bingo there. Last night I discovered that you also can’t beat the incredibly cheap drinks. And the old more life experienced folks. I love them. Really. On Friday and Saturday nights they have karaoke and dollar beer (and $3 well drinks! woot!). I do not sing. Ever. (I sang “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” to my niece when she was 4 and she asked me to please stop.) But I do love to drink and watch people butcher songs. In a trainwrecky sort of way.
Surprisingly, most everybody that sang was good. Maybe I danced a little in my chair. Such a tiny bit that you would think I was just spasming a small bit. Nothing rhythmic. And I was really excited to see my friend. So excited that when there was a break in the karaoke so some announcements about upcoming VFW events could be made that I paid no attention and did. not. shut. up.
We were sitting at the table closest to the stage. As the announcer was announcing I was talking loudly (because we were sitting next to the music speakers) so my friend could hear me. It did not occur to my mildly beer-addled mind that everyone else could hear me too. Until the man with the microphone shushed me. The elderly gentleman sitting at the far end of our table shushed me then as well.
And that’s when you all felt the heat wave.
Gettin’ “shushed” at the “V-F-Dubya.” Now that thar is a humdinger of a good naht. Klassy with a cap’tl “K!”
Chickie said:
November 7th, 2010 at 9:38 pm
Your mockery does not sway me. I will go back! Incognito! Quietly!
Dammit.
Your cheeks might have been burning yesterday; but you weren’t the first person or the last that something like this has happened to. It’s all good if as you can post about it.
Chickie said:
November 8th, 2010 at 1:06 pm
I dunno if it’s all good because I can post about it….it was rattling around in my head, begging to be posted though.
It happens to all of us. For me, it was in a famous underground jazz club in DC. “Ssssshhh….people come here for the music.”
My cheeks still burn thinking about it…
Chickie said:
November 8th, 2010 at 1:08 pm
Ooooo…Yours was worse. I bet there were more witnesses than at the VFW. I’m just poking that memory into a box in my head to make it easier to forget.
Tell Sweety it hurts my feelings that he doesn’t consider me to be a “real life” friend. Ouch. I’ve had beer with the dude, that hurts.
Every time I hear VFW I always think of Grumpy Old Men. I love that movie.
And, I am very sorry you got shushed.
Chickie said:
November 8th, 2010 at 1:13 pm
You are totally a real life friend! But it took Sweety meeting you all and putting on a sock puppet show for everyone for him to accept that. Now, when I say “Amy”, he knows I’m talking about you & not the coaew. Heh. The funny thing is that he goes kicking into meeting bloggy peeps but he’s liked everyone a lot once he does. I think he’s waiting on me to introduce him to a serial killer.
I suppose I deserved the shushing. But damn, I thought I was going to melt into my chair.
Ohhhhh Dear….Embarassing! I didn’t know the VFW had places like Nightclubs! That is real news to me…And it sounds like the Liquor prices are good, too!
So happy to see you Posting, my dear…..!
Chickie said:
November 11th, 2010 at 8:41 pm
Yeah, there was a full-fledged bar in there. I’d never been in one with a bar before.
I’ll be back! (uh, here AND there!)