First the Parade, then the Car Show, then the Hot Dog Eating Contest, then…
If Hickopolis was a real place, today would be our summer festival day. Tonight is Fucked Jukebox at the Tin Hat. A rare and hilarious occasion when regulars, randoms, and Randys enjoy the privilege of spinning their choice of seven songs, any seven songs, for all of the bar to hear.
The first Fucked Jukebox night I attended was in February. I was with BFE, Joe, a man I would soon fall very much in love with, and his roommate. It was, hands down, one of the best nights I’ve ever had. Better than seeing Interpol the first time, better than my first orgasm (with another person) in a tent in Kingman, Arizona (sorry, Mom), better than seeing Jeaneane Garrafolo in the West Village in 1998, when she was still cool. Yeah, FJ is that good.
Just to give you an idea: imagine sitting in your favorite bar, drinking your favorite drink (Whiskey Sour, thank you very much!), hanging with your favorite peeps, when all of a sudden “Mr. Roboto” comes on the speakers. You laugh your ass off and impress your friends with how many of the lyrics you know. The next song is “Every Rose Has Its Thorn.” You guffaw and try to remember who you slow-danced with to that song in eighth grade, (then you remember the time you and your sister had a “dance” for your Cabbage Patch dolls and made them dance to it too, when you realized that making your dolls dance to Poison means you are too old to play with dolls). Then “Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins comes on. You spit your drink across the table at the boy you are about to fall in love with, which is cool because he’s about to fall in love with you too. The night just gets better from there.
So you can see why the residents of Hickopolis are getting a little antsy at work. I now only have about two more hours left at work, but they are going to be some of the longest hours IN THE HISTORY OF KEEPING TIME.
August 18th, 2005 at 11:55 pm
Well, drunk blogging I’ll forego, but drunk commenting, that’s my thing. Fucked Jukebox lived up to the legend tonight Miss Hick. Let’s just hope those photos of my left breast don’t hit the internet. Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand, just like that river twisting through a dusty land…
August 23rd, 2005 at 11:01 am
Yes, any night that includes both dancing on a chair while singing Duran Duran into a beer bottle and losing one of your favorite pairs of earrings can only be called FanF**kingtastic!