Monday, November 29, 2004

Random semi-meaningless obvservation from a night out "on the town".

Last night Krista and I both decided that we seriously needed some girl time. A "ladies night out" if you will. God, that sounds so cliche. After getting each of our families semi-sorta settled into their evening activites we met at my house to hit the streets. Well, the local hole-in-the-wall, honky tonk, hippie-biker hang out would have to do in a pinch. This little dive is so typically southern that it's adorable. It's set back in the woods, in a place where you have to know where you're going or you will surely get lost and eaten by the children of the corn if you attempt to navigate without a guide. Man, I love Texas.

I'm pretty sure that the "Boxcar" has been around since the dawn of time. It's your typical everyday honky tonk, complete with a jukebox that plays a wide variety of country and southern rock, a couple of pool table that still charge you only a dollar to play, a long glossy, sandy shuffleboard game and a dance floor the size of a postage stamp. And, and, and they have a LIVE band on Saturday nights! A band called "Southern Flight" that dabbles in (of course) country and southern rock. The next statement requires extreme caps. WE HEARD LA BAMBA PLAYED LIVE AND IN PERSON. Yep, you read that right. La Bamba. How fucking lucky are we? ::end sarcasm::

Krista and I both wore our cutest blue jeans and our stompiest boots (NOT cowboy boots mind you) and our sexy tops that almost reveal a bit of cleavage but not really. It was made evident last night by both of us, that I have the boobs and she has the butt and if we could just combine our collective qualities we would indeed be the perfect woman. I must point out that the perfect woman would probably be severely unbalanced from a mental standpoint, because everyone knows that Krista and I both are both mentally unstable to a fantastic degree.

I must also point out for the record that I got atleast SEVEN compliments on my LEOPARD print top that I was almost too embarassed to wear. Granted, it's a really cute top, but really, who wears leopard prints anymore? Only the severely unbalanced individual. I would post a picture of the two of us, but I don't want to overwhelm the internet with cuteness. (In all honesty, we actually didn't take any pictures because we were in such a hurry to get there and start consuming cheap alcohol that we couldn't be bothered with the time it takes to click a shutter.)

It took Krista a while to loosen up and have fun. I think she was nerved out over the lack of big-ass egos and 3-piece suits. Eventually the tuaca shots and cranberry backs started to take effect and I honestly think she started to have FUN. We played pool and chatted with all of the regulars, made some friendly conversation with the out-of-towners and flirted with the old men. If you have never taken the time to flirt with someone you're totally unattracted to, you really should. It's empowering. It proves that you can be friendly and have fun and not have to fit into that little box that you build around yourself. We all have our little boxes. The one that says you need to try and impress the neighbors. The one that says you can't be bothered with talking to those old guys in the too tight leather pants. Really, those leather pants are just a symbolism for the fun and frolic that we all long to possess.

Yea, we had a good time.

Hey Krista, same time, same place next week?



(This is a re-post from my other blog. It was written on 11-21-04.)

3 Comments:

Blogger Harmony said...

Good times were had by ALL!! Can't wait to do it again!

6:51 PM  
Blogger Jenny said...

Wednesday night Girlie. You better be there!

7:39 PM  
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