My Instead: While at a bar & grill, I played along with the
2-person band with my own percussion instruments.
It was a Friday night which called for another trip to Farmington
to see my girlfriend, Annette. And this weekend was special because she was
having a couple of her old friends from high school, along with their husbands.
She was eager for me to meet them and for them to meet me. I wasn’t nervous…well,
maybe a little.
The two couples were there already when I finally arrived around 7
o’clock. Introductions were exchanged, then we were off to 12 West Bar and
Grill where our friend Cindy was playing in a 2-person band called The
Simpletons. After we all enjoyed some dinner and a few drinks, we sat back and
listened to the band.
During the course of the evening, I had one O’Doul’s and then it
was just water for me. However, the drinks were flowing for everyone else which
kind of loosened things up. Scott, the live wire of the bunch and husband to
Theresa, is part of a band back home. Tonight, he was more than ready to make
The Simpleton’s a 3-person band and delighted us all with his self-taught
talent on the guitar.
The evening was taking on a life of its own and I was ready to breathe
it all in. Cindy handed out some of her small percussion instruments so we
could all be a part of the band. Entertainer blood always flowing in my veins,
I shook the shaker and banged the knife on the glass. Any other time, I
would have been run out of the place carrying on the way I did! Tonight there
were no holds barred. As the kids like to say, “I can do whatever I want!” And I
took full advantage. My only regret is that I never did get up and dance. I
guess sometimes you just gotta bang and clang and save the dancing for Fred and
Ginger.
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| Me, banging and clanging |
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| The Simpletons and Scott |
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