"Okay, everybody, remember we parked behind the tumbleweed," I quipped.
Later, after a few drinks, Christine, imitated Atlas. Hot.
Ah, but the best moment happened inside the bar, believe it or not. Picture an almost 80-year-old man who seems a bit perplexed as to how he's made his way to a lesbian bar. I had noticed him seeming a bit frightened by his surroundings earlier in the night, so I was pleasantly surprised to see him when he was called up to perform a karaoke song, "Jump" by Van Halen.
If a confused elderly man singing Van Halen doesn't immediately strike you as the most awesome thing to happen, let me assure you that it was. He was adorably timid with his singing, but each time he sang the word "jump" he proceeded to do just that: jump. He jumped quite high even, if you take into account his age and brittle frame. I thought it couldn't get any better until "Buddy" decided to participate.
For context, Buddy is a regular at the bar. He comes dressed in a professional manner, then heads to the back corner with a shopping bag full of garish accessories including stockings, earrings, and skirts and changes. We like to speculate that Buddy has a serious job and is married with kids, then tells his wife he's meeting the boys for poker, and shows up for lesbian karaoke instead.
Probably similarly moved by the old man's performance, Buddy was motivated to approach the senior citizen mid-song and dance next to him. At the sight of a cross-dresser getting too close for comfort, the old man's eyes full-on bulged while the rest of his body froze. He was so petrified that he couldn't even jump anymore. Though I thought the performance couldn't get any better, this turn of events was even more awesome.
Unsurprisingly, afterwards, the old man left in a hurry. I hope he remembered where he parked his car; I should have saved him the spot behind the tumbleweed.
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