Last night, after working my ass almost right off my body at the gym, I showered, dressed, and went to Tailgator’s in Sierra Madre. The initial plan was to go on a Thursday night, as that’s when they have karaoke. I love me some karaoke, and it’s been some time, so I have been jonesin’ for it pretty hard. Above and beyond that, Milca and I were entertaining the notion of having karaoke at the wedding reception, so I thought I might try and hook it up with the guy who runs it at Tailgator’s. I hadn’t seen him in about a year and a half, so I wasn’t even sure if it was still happening until I called a couple days ago.
As an added bonus I got in touch with Brett, who in turn rallied some troops (Corey, Amanda, and the Pooks), and the lot of us hung out at the bar. There was a small mix up regarding where we were meeting, as when I got to the bar at nine, I was expecting Brett and whoever he had rallied, as well as the karaoke guy. To my dismay, neither were there. Brett and company, unlike the karaoke guy, showed up. They weren’t too far behind me. I had two drinks before they got there, so it wasn’t too late.
Everyone hung out for a while, but Corey and Brett had plans to meet up with some friends of Corey’s from her days of yore at PCC. Amanda and Asha weren’t too far behind, as Asha had to work today. So, there I was, kicking it with an old high school buddy, Dawn, her sister, and their friend, a pseudo goth. She added a new phrase to my repetoire. “If you can’t say anything nice, say it as loud as you can.” I’m not typically that type, but I’m sure I’ll have a use for the phrase.
After Brett and company left, the explosion hit. Just about everyone that I didn’t see at Summer and Curtis’s wedding showed up. The brothers Sean and Scott, their buddy Tomas (sp?), Nacho, “Rocks,” and a couple of the faces I remember from the hallways, but couldn’t put a name to if my life depended on it. The news?
Sean is engaged.
Tomas is cookin’ (literally).
Scott’s gettin’ his learn on.
Nacho’s gettin’ his learn on.
“Rocks” is, well, I don’t remember asking, per se. I couldn’t help but keep thinking that maybe I should throw rocks at her head on behalf of someone who wasn’t there.
The strangest part of the night was this one girl who was the spitting image of the girl I went on my very first date with. It was trippy, to say the least. I eventually went up to her and asked if her name was *blank,* and when she started talking, she had a European accent, which startled me so that I didn’t even hear her say what her name actually was. Oh, well.
Even though the karaoke guy never showed by the time I left at midnight (which is the big red flag that he’s not dependable, thusly he will not be getting our business), I had a fairly good time. It seemed that everyone knew I was moving to Oregon. Good news travels fast in the old west.
On a sidenote, the game I’m running is taking place in 1849 San Francisco. The Gold Rush. I’m fairly stoked. Now I have to read a book that is about the same size as Order of the Phoenix before game starts so I am familiar with what 1849 SF was like. Oh happy day.