My husband and I just spent a delightful evening with fellow Doper xploder and his wife, Mrs. xploder. We went to a local bar called the Village Inn, the very same bar that xploder and I took Falcon to last weekend.
Good Goddess, I am plowed. My eyes are just barely open. My husband is out cold, and has been since we left the bar (he hasn’t been this intoxicated since sometime prior to the time I met him, I think). The band at the bar asked him to play, and he did. The first two songs he played he was utterly fabulous. He wasn’t actually working, so he was relaxed and having a great time (husband is a musician, for those who don’t know). Next set, though, one of the bar patrons asked for him to play again. He played one song, but had to stop after that, because he was too drunk to play well. I know my husband well enough to know that when he must actually put the guitar down, he is truly hammered.
After we left the Village Inn, we went to a (shhhhhh–don’t tell anyone!) a topless bar. It was xploder’s idea. He claims to go to this particular bar from time to time, just to shoot pool. Yeah, right! My husband stayed in the car (all together now–“boy, when you can’t get out of the vehicle to look at bare-breasted women, you are seriously crocked.”). Once we found a table, Mrs. xploder and I launched in to a wonderful discussion about religion. Yes, we were at a topless bar discussing religion. As it turns out, we share many similar views.
I’ve got to thank xploder and Mrs. xploder for a really, really great time. I am wasted right now because they bought. The entire evening was on them, including the babysitting provided by xploderkid #1 and a friend of hers. My husband and I don’t get out much at all, so this really was a treat for us. My husband usually spends his weekends entertaining drunken jokers such as myself, and doesn’t ever get to just kick back & be part of the audience. It was good to see him just relax.
I hope that there aren’t any typos in this post, and I hope I did the coding right. I am seriously trashed! But I’m going to bed now, if my husband isn’t sprawled the wrong way across it. I don’t know–xploder is the one who actually got him in the house and in to the bedroom.:eek: