Last Friday night Superman, Jared and I went to a Tiki Bar to see a band. Jared is a friend of Superman’s who was in from out of town. We went to see this particular band because Superman and I went to high school with one of the guys in the band.
We reached the place when the band was already part way into their first set. They’re a dance band and there were some people dancing. I was glad to see the average age of the patrons was close to my age and not a bunch of twenty-somethings.
So the time comes for the band to take a break. “Hey, we’ll be back in a few minutes” they announce. So Superman and I walk up to the small stage so we can reconnect with our old friend. First of all, he’s talking about 100 miles an hour. I don’t remember “Brad” being that tightly wound but it’s been a number of years since I saw him last. He swears he was only drinking water. We have a brief conversation whereby he can’t believe we showed up.
A minute or two later and Superman and I are back at the table with Jared. We are talking and drinking (God, it’s the first beer I’ve had in weeks – it tastes good). Jared gets a double shot of Jack Daniels (something I would never do) and he downs it without thinking. He and I continue to work on our beer.
Brad, who has been working the crowd, comes by the table and Superman introduces him to Jared. Superman and Brad have known each other a longer amount of time so they talk about the old times. In the din of the crowd I hear Brad ask Superman my name. I don’t blame him for not remembering me – it WAS twenty-some-odd years ago. I’m a bit embarrassed but I let it slide.
We reached the place when the band was already part way into their first set. They’re a dance band and there were some people dancing. I was glad to see the average age of the patrons was close to my age and not a bunch of twenty-somethings.
So the time comes for the band to take a break. “Hey, we’ll be back in a few minutes” they announce. So Superman and I walk up to the small stage so we can reconnect with our old friend. First of all, he’s talking about 100 miles an hour. I don’t remember “Brad” being that tightly wound but it’s been a number of years since I saw him last. He swears he was only drinking water. We have a brief conversation whereby he can’t believe we showed up.A minute or two later and Superman and I are back at the table with Jared. We are talking and drinking (God, it’s the first beer I’ve had in weeks – it tastes good). Jared gets a double shot of Jack Daniels (something I would never do) and he downs it without thinking. He and I continue to work on our beer.
Brad, who has been working the crowd, comes by the table and Superman introduces him to Jared. Superman and Brad have known each other a longer amount of time so they talk about the old times. In the din of the crowd I hear Brad ask Superman my name. I don’t blame him for not remembering me – it WAS twenty-some-odd years ago. I’m a bit embarrassed but I let it slide.
Generally, this place is not our “scene” so the three of us skedaddle. We’re up for some late-night food so we go to one of our favorite 24-hour restaurants. You know, the kind of place that serves breakfast at any hour. Talk was talked. Food was eaten. We left.