Jenny On the Spot

Let’s see. Friday afternoon, I bumped into a friend who said she was going to go listen to this local band whose friend plays in the band and I’d heard another friend mention them recently…*inhale*… so I tagged along. Word on the street was there’d be dancing and far be it from me to pass up such an opportunity…

So I went, to a Portside Pub in my hometown. Yo.

I had never been to this establishment. I barely knew where it was. But - dance-hound that I am, I found her. She sits right next to a fairly popular breakfast dive. The pub smelled just like the breakfast dive. Groovy. Since smoking is no longer allowed indoors (nor 25 feet near buildings), I didn’t leave the pub smelling like cigarette smoke. Nooooope. I left smelling like breakfast sausage and fried potatoes. Fried-food-grease-smoke. Niiiiice.

Sans the greasy smell, it was a fun time. The band was fun - One Shot Molly. It is my understanding that a few of the band members teach at one of the local elementary schools. School rocks! I was most taken by the gal - I want her job. I have always wanted to sing in a band and play the tambourine. She did both. Rock on sister. Rock. On.

There you have it. Another exciting evening in Kitsap County. Really. There were a lot of ladies (I believe most were teachers) working the dance floor. It was fun, and educational! My friend and I even got to break one gal’s fall… It happened when we were in, like, this big ‘ol circle - callin’ each other out… and sista’ got a little crazy and I think her thighs gave out. How low can you go? Apparently, not THAT low…
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I’m sorry, I can’t stop laughing… Someday that is going to happen to me…. Someday…