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Last night I went out to a bar to listen to a band.
Sounds perfectly normal for some people. But for me it's been a while since I've gone out for a night of live music and lotsa beer. What circumstances led to this, you ask? Well, the singer of the band is Claudine's brother Bill. Since Claudine was going out the next day to see yet another version of the Vagina Monologes, I jumped at the chance to get out of the house. It must be weird to be an OB/GYN because people always think you'll want to go see the Vagina Monologes.
Even though I'm ancient, I still remember when going out of the house at 9:30 was normal. Since having kids, getting home before 9:30 is usually the norm. But I left the house after everyone else was asleep. Drove to the wonderful town of Budd Lake, NJ to a little place called High Noon. A very weird place. Pretty much a typical blue collar bar but it was totally staffed by older Asian women. It was a strange juxtaposition. I got there right at the beginning of the first set. The thing that shocked me was that Dave, the guitarist that I have seen perform with Bill in any incarnation of bands that I have ever seen Bill in, was sitting at the bar with Bill's wife, Pam. I later found out that the band (called "Say Uncle" by the way) was a three-piece band originally. They were looking for a vocalist and Bill fit that... um, bill. No original songs, they played covers from a number of varied bands. Current hits from Alice in Chains to songs from older bands like Kiss, Styx and the Doors.
I stayed for all three sets. Hey, if I was going out, I was going to stay out for the night. I got home around 2:30 and smelled like smoke. Damnit, I just don't understand how people can smoke. Don't they smell themselves the next morning? When I got up this morning, I ran some water through my hair and that simple action unleashed a nausea inducing cloud of noxious cigarette smell. It was really nasty. I mean, can people really think that is pleasant to be around? I immediately took all my clothes from the night before and threw them in the washing machine. Gah. I guess that if you smoke all the time, you get used to it but, health concerns adside, I always wonder how people first start to smoke cigarettes. No one can smoke their first cigarette without coughing, can they? And the morning after their first smoking experience, didn't they smell themselves? How could they possibly think that smoking would be a good idea? Huh, oh yeah. The band sounded really good and I had a good time being out. Except for, you know, the cigarette smoke.
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