Saturday, February 7, 2009
this is SO going in my blog, or, recounting friday night
Some people can blend in. Some people can't. Some people decide that the room with the band is too loud so they sit in the adjacent room, except that the adjacent room isn't properly equipped for 7 adults. So two people suppress giggles as they pick up a table from the room with the band, where only 3 people have actually chosen to sit, and carry it away as the band members laugh. Such a situation would cause some people to blush, especially as they squeeze the stolen table and an existing table together in a place they don't really fit. Finally everyone is settled. Except that some people forget to ask if another couple is coming, which makes 9 adults instead of 7. The crazy, smooshed-together tables will not work. The entire party must admit defeat, hang their heads, and carry the stolen table back into the band room. The LOUD band room. They yell things like, "HOW'S IT GOING DOWN THERE?" and "DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD ORDER ONION RINGS?" and "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU. IT'S A LITTLE LOUD IN HERE." The band pauses for a moment, after the drinks have begun flowing, and asks someone's mother, "Is it too loud?" to which she, of course, declares, "YES!" Amazingly, the volume is not turned down. But after this exchange everyone loosens up -- thanks again to the booze and the ability to take a deep breath because it's Friday -- and starts yelling actual conversations. Some people might even start to yell in an exaggerated fashion, which could be blamed on someone's mother also yelling in a similar manner, or on the whiskey sours. Someone's mother may also decide to knock on the window behind the band on her way out. When they turn around to smile and wave at her, she may do a little dance. Some people's kids bring them uneccessary attention. Some people can handle that on their own.