13 Jul 2009 :: Smirnoff Corollary
My cousin is part of a troupe that features three brass instruments and a percussion set manned by individuals who have degrees, or better, in music and their front man's aura is something closer to an alcoholic's joy upon being reunited to cheap whiskey, armed with a ukulele. They rolled through town tonight and managed to get my mother to go out to a bar and watch Ukulele Loki and the opening act, which strongly reminded me of a folk-influenced and very angry Cake, which I armed my mother for with a White Russian.
Even in the best of circumstances, doing anything with my mother in the near vicinity precludes any sort of female encounters, not that I was likely to have any in the first place, especially considering that she is really ready for me to get hitched. That being said, I was rather worried that she might start pointing out the more attractive in the bar after the White Russian went to her head, but I savagely crushed the idea that I was even looking for a relationship on the car ride down to the bar, which hopefully won't lead to several sleepless nights and a shotgun wedding.
Naturally, once I arrive I swing by the bar to grab a Ninkasi and my mother's earlier mentioned White Russian and while I waited for the WR, a girl saunters over to my side and asks the bartender about the beers, most specifically the Ninkasi. I check slyly out of the corner of my eye and can discern that she is both small and possessing the seemingly necessary dark hair, I gallantly offered a taste of my beer, which she did, as the White Russian arrived, and got my first clear look of her. While this didn't mean that she was absolutely not a girl I would be interested in, the unibrow certainly meant I didn't dwaddle in getting the drink to mom. |
