...As a matter of fact, I woke up at one p.m. today. Since most of you don't know me personally, you will not know how out of character that is. I am, categorically, a wake-up-at-6-am kind of girl.
I just have to say:
Mike Hendrix, and his crew of friends, and his stepsister - are fantastic people. We tripped about from bar to bar last night - and all of them were completely welcoming to me, accepting that this unknown blog-chick, a stranger to them, was part of their group. It warmed my heart. There was like no question in their minds - they just accepted me.
And by the end of the evening, I was speaking in a southern drawl. I couldn't help it. It was infectious.
Hanging out with them made me yearn to get a wallet-chain as well.
I am tellin' you: These guys are COOL. Pompadours, sideburns, wallet-chains, big ol' boots - DAMN. Rockabilly personified, strolling down Avenue A.
Very sexy.
It was a great time. A great weekend.
Drive home safe, y'all.
Posted by sheilaOh boy, sigh, I can see it now, engineer boots, a trucker's wallet complete with chain, a Buck Folding Hunter, levis, a flannel shirt, and BIG Hair with a CAT baseball cap - and the whole time expounding on the passion of literacy - STOP! It's too much, I feel like I'm having a flashback, my mind is being ripped into alternate dimensions, I'm back tending bar on 1st and 6th.......aaaaiiiiieeeeee
Posted by: Jim Moran at November 9, 2003 5:36 PMThese guys were the bomb. And I, with my biker's jacket, rolled up jeans, and big chunky boots, fit right in. I just need the wallet-chain.
But it's not just about how cool they all LOOKED. They just are cool people, in general. And by 'cool', I mean: awesome.
Posted by: red at November 9, 2003 5:44 PMwhatever happened o wholesome? oh, wait a minute, I did my part to take that apart...
Posted by: Jim Moran at November 9, 2003 7:28 PMYas, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. Y'all come see us.
Posted by: homebru at November 9, 2003 8:44 PMWholesome? What's that mean? ;)
Posted by: Mr. Lion at November 9, 2003 10:48 PMWholesome is an undefined word my parents used when I was a teenager (in the 60s) to describe the girl I wasn't bring home. I searched for her everywhere I lived, all over the country, well into my 30s, but alas, she was no where to be found. Then when I was a lowly bartender an Eastside Blonde laughed at me from her lofty position in life when I told her I was looking for a wholesome girl and asked me, "Who told you to do that and why did you believe them?" I've been with her ever since and I still don't know what wholesome is but sure has assured me it isn't necessary to know. In the past I have been accused of contribiting to the reputation deterioration of unknown female customers but I always laughed it off asking, "Who told you that and..."
Posted by: Jim Moran at November 10, 2003 12:13 AM