Sunday, April 06, 2008

Married Men In Bars....

Last night I went to dinner to say goodbye to an old colleague that is moving. Following dinner we headed to the Garage to see my favorite local band, Lost State Of Franklin. Of course I made my way onto stage and behind the kit for a guest appearance, but I digress.

We were dancing, they were drinking, having a good time. They struck up convo at a table of drunken folks and all was well. At one point, the man standing off to the side & wearing a wedding band, got drunk enough & confident enough to start chatting it up. At some point the chatting turned into a back rub & him telling my friend how attractive he thought her friend was (the one receiving the back rub). This went on for quite some time and he was very touchy/feely and flirty with her. When she got up to go to the bathroom my friend said to me, "Tell Chuck not to be so shy and tell ***** that he thinks she's cute." I replied with, "He's married," then looked at Chuck and said, "And if I was your wife, I'd be pissed."

Turns out my drunken friends were too drunk to notice his wedding band. The sober one saves the day!!! He scurried away for a while then resumed his position of standing agaist the wall. On our way out I said to him, "Tell your wife I said hi!" He didn't like that, but oh well.

If you are doing/saying something that you would not do or say in front of your significant other, don't do or say it at all. The moral of this story....never get married.

Peace out,
MJ

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Medusa, I was once in a nightclub in rural PA (yep, that's a contradiction in terms) and got all upset that a guy who was hitting on me and my sisters had a wedding ring on....and then my sister pointed out that so did I!! YIKES...obviously a bit too much imbibing that nite. Dr. J

PS what happened to the St. Herman post...I was looking forward to a blogging discourse

Silk E. said...

a bit too much what? is that a word?

Lego said...

Imbibing...fancy talk for drinking or guzzling

Anonymous said...

this is why I win at Scrabble dear daughter