I am just home from the Dust Rhinos show at Dylan O’connors out in sunny St. James. I invited a few people to join me, but all were unable to come, so, I go anyway. Now, I am a little self concious about sitting in a bar by myself on a Saturday night – not that everyone is looking at me, but it can feel like that which tends to take the enjoyment out of it. Colby, the Dust Rhino’s bass player, comes over to say hi, which is very nice of him, and I am served my meal fairly quickly, which is also nice.
The band gets a late start due to the drummer having slept in and waking up five minutes before showtime, so the evening drags a little bit. A group of Dust Rhino fans show up and start chatting with Colby. The place is crowded, and he offers them seats at my table, which is fine by me as I am not a snob. Well, it seems that they were, and rather than sit with me and my cooties they gather chairs from the bar and sit off to the side of the stage. Colby seems a bit embarrased by this but I tell myself it is their loss.
The drummer shows up and the show gets going. Alison and her friend Aileen (snc?) show up and sit with me and the evening gets a little better cuz friends make it a fun thing. Unfortunately, Alison’s hubby phones her as he is called in to work and needs the car, so there goes their fun evening. In between sets they say goodbye and head out. Colby pops by again and I ask the server for a round for the band and she tells me its a 20 minute lineup at the bar, so I drop the idea and she takes off before I can order a drink for myself even. Then snubs my table for the second set. Now, this pisses me off, I may not be drinking alcohol, but I am still a customer and don’t care to be shunted off to second class.
Several people ask for the extra chairs at my table and I let them take a few.
The second set gets off to a roaring start, actualy Blair roaring our Barret’s Privateers, which goes over spectacularly. Several newcomers crowd the dance floor, and a couple of young girls plop down at my table and ask me if thats my hat on it. I tell them it is and one plucks it off the table and wears it onto the dance floor, and because she is gorgeous I make no protest. It comes back to me all perfume scented and I am treated to the sight of them sitting together on one chair with the one feeling the others breats in an enthusiastic manner. The lip locking follows, and I can see the two guys sitting over at the next table with big smiles watching as well.
The girls get up to dance again, and these Navy guys at the centre table start taking pictures on their cel phone cameras of the girls dancing rather suggestively. This goes on for awhile and the girls come back to the table to return my hat. The one says; “Thank you honey, I love you”. And I make some lame comment about how I wish or some such. She then tells me she does, really, and wraps herself around me and plants a rather nice kiss as well.
I sit for awhile to calm down, and get razzed by the guys at the next table, who I think were just jealous. I lose sight of the girls and begin to think that thats it for the fun tonight. During the second break I settle the tab and have a quick chat with Colby and head out for the bus, as I have to cross half the damn city.
As I wait for the bus, I see my two girls over by the PetroCanada station taking photos of each other. They move over to the trees edging the lot and remove some clothing for some of the shots. Unfortunately I haven’t ordered my new prescription glasses, so they are just far enough away that I can’t fully enjoy the view. My bus arrives and off I go.
Walking down the street to my home I look up and see the northern lights and watch this for awhile. So, all in all a good evening.
Bruce