Another Night
by S.Gonzalez
Tonight was strange, like the crazy fun strange, and the experience of this night remains me...life is good strange. After having a great burger at Vernon's , which only the need to know have gone, it's a chill out spot. Playing trivia and hanging out with brew; my night was over.
Until Jeff called or in this modern age, texted.
Sherlocks Addison was the meeting place and the boys needed their fourth. Mind you, me and The 'Locks are on a "sometime basis" even though I've been splurging lately. After a proper change from ninja service gear to civilian wear, I was ready for the night at midnight. The next few hours felt long and visually enjoyable. Like I've always said, Sherlocks is a place of human beings to gather and ride together in drink and folly. Music is loud in one spot and the other a chilled pub. Between this duality is the breezeway. People just mingling and exchanging silly talk and attracting stares. Pool players were on it tonight and every girl looking that special kind hot that pop music and shots can provide.
"Passing with Zeroes" continued the wave of excitement and leaving the dance floor to the very brave. Being able to smoke and the hazy glow it gave the stage. Yes it's harmful (I'm meeting you smokers half way, the patios are very nice), and it just gives it all a club feel.
My buddy asks me, as a very good looking lass in tight black yoga pants and too small blouse over surgically enhanced boobage; why aren't you flirting? I only gave it a second thought as my eyes roamed over the crowd from my seat next to stage... "The view bro, I come here for all the little things that can be seen." He blinked and gave a head nod whilest consuming his beer. "Are you fucking serious?" Then she stares dancing with the dance mob, shaking best ass constantly working out can give. I stare but again, my gaze returns to room. "Yup." The next songs lifted the delirium of dancing and sing-alongs with the screaming 20-somethings, I returned to roaming around. Once again letting the mindless murmur of the bio-mass, the stories poured over me.
Case in point, coming back from the back gate chit chatting with the staff, I walked back inside. Luckily the rails next to the stage opened up letting me see the full show. That's when the most hilarious silent show opened itself to me. A poor table of what looked to be college guys had a tough time with a drunk and overly passionate wolverine. What is a wolverine? A over 45 year old male or female that is trying to relive their dirty thirties and roping up youngins. The poor horrified guy at the end had the blunt of it, I felt a sense of pity. At one pont he just nods his hand while placing both hands in the air in disgust. Somehow the black hair dyed and moused woman took that as the sign of "Hey baby, wanna dance?" at which she dragged him. Poor young pretty fool, nice guy though, at least he did the honorable thing. That alone made his in the group duck out move was well played. She looked hurt until she went to her table and took out the next round of tequila shots. Those should help out the slut factor.
After laughing and saying my quick goodbyes, I went home chuckling. In the week I've had a blast at Sherlocks, just something about it makes me smile, And laugh at those totally smashed.
