In-Law Bossing
The day began with Gary and I in bed planning our day. We wove together the requirements (Gary haircut, Cowboy Mouth concert) with the options (breakfast at First Watch, buying new jeans that fit, summer suits).
Then the in-laws called: the Estate is settled! Gift checks are written! Must come over and get money. Gary actually said we had plans. NO MUST COME OVER NOW.
In-laws were giddy. Giddy, I tell you. We were cleaning up after lunch and asked Wilma where the kitchen wastebasket was. She whirled around with a new wastebasket. "Here! It's new! We have money now!" Not to suggest they were below the New Wastebasket Poverty Line, it's just that Ken has the purse strings and Wilma has to ask beg negotiate justify every purchase. I'd hate that. Which is why Gary and I have separate bank accounts. Which is why that check went in to Gary's account. Wait. What was I thinking?
Cowboy Mouth Bossing
Gary and I met up with Friends #2 and #3 at Ribfest, where I was ridiculed for not knowing the differences between all grassy areas off Market Street downtown. I call them all Keiner Plaza. It would seem I am wrong.
Cowboy Mouth performed as they did at the first concert I saw: they bossed the crowd. However, when the lead singer/drummer Fred screamed at the audience to GET ON THE GROUND AND THEN JUMP UP LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD NOW CROUCH CROUCH DOWN GET DOWN LOW LOWER Friend #2 / Libby /Hot Mom stood proud in her pointy-toe boots with a crossed-arm "fuck you" stance. I stared up in awe at her. I was surprised Fred didn't call her out; she was the only one downtown not crouching.
KC and the Sunshine Band Bossing
First of all I saw four separate women smoking Virginia Slims before the concert even started. Not my crowd. Gary's crowd, though. Somehow, I was convinced the big KC and the Sunshine Band song was Afternoon Delight. I was wrong. Gary was convinced KC was a short black man. He was wrong.
I was wondering why Gary was so insistent that we stay and see KC and the Sunshine Band, and then I saw the horn section come out. THEN the hot Solid Gold Dangers came out and booty popped. I am working on my lower body dance moves and now I am committed to perfecting the booty pop. Then KC came out and insisted I do a little dance, make a little love, and get down tonight. After that he politely asked that I turn him on, since he is my boogie man (he's my boogie man, he's my boogie man) and that afterward I may do what I want. Afterward, KC implored me to keep it coming (love), don't stop it now, don't stop it, no, don't stop it now, don't stop.
At this point I became a little annoyed. To be honest, I like my songs to have plots and foreshadowing. That is evidently not the way KC and the Sunshine Band like it, uh-huh, uh-huh. They would like me to shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake my booty. (Shake my booty.) Which I did after studiously watching the dancers.
The day began with Gary and I in bed planning our day. We wove together the requirements (Gary haircut, Cowboy Mouth concert) with the options (breakfast at First Watch, buying new jeans that fit, summer suits).
Then the in-laws called: the Estate is settled! Gift checks are written! Must come over and get money. Gary actually said we had plans. NO MUST COME OVER NOW.
In-laws were giddy. Giddy, I tell you. We were cleaning up after lunch and asked Wilma where the kitchen wastebasket was. She whirled around with a new wastebasket. "Here! It's new! We have money now!" Not to suggest they were below the New Wastebasket Poverty Line, it's just that Ken has the purse strings and Wilma has to ask beg negotiate justify every purchase. I'd hate that. Which is why Gary and I have separate bank accounts. Which is why that check went in to Gary's account. Wait. What was I thinking?
Cowboy Mouth Bossing
Gary and I met up with Friends #2 and #3 at Ribfest, where I was ridiculed for not knowing the differences between all grassy areas off Market Street downtown. I call them all Keiner Plaza. It would seem I am wrong.
Cowboy Mouth performed as they did at the first concert I saw: they bossed the crowd. However, when the lead singer/drummer Fred screamed at the audience to GET ON THE GROUND AND THEN JUMP UP LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD NOW CROUCH CROUCH DOWN GET DOWN LOW LOWER Friend #2 / Libby /Hot Mom stood proud in her pointy-toe boots with a crossed-arm "fuck you" stance. I stared up in awe at her. I was surprised Fred didn't call her out; she was the only one downtown not crouching.
KC and the Sunshine Band Bossing
First of all I saw four separate women smoking Virginia Slims before the concert even started. Not my crowd. Gary's crowd, though. Somehow, I was convinced the big KC and the Sunshine Band song was Afternoon Delight. I was wrong. Gary was convinced KC was a short black man. He was wrong.
I was wondering why Gary was so insistent that we stay and see KC and the Sunshine Band, and then I saw the horn section come out. THEN the hot Solid Gold Dangers came out and booty popped. I am working on my lower body dance moves and now I am committed to perfecting the booty pop. Then KC came out and insisted I do a little dance, make a little love, and get down tonight. After that he politely asked that I turn him on, since he is my boogie man (he's my boogie man, he's my boogie man) and that afterward I may do what I want. Afterward, KC implored me to keep it coming (love), don't stop it now, don't stop it, no, don't stop it now, don't stop.
At this point I became a little annoyed. To be honest, I like my songs to have plots and foreshadowing. That is evidently not the way KC and the Sunshine Band like it, uh-huh, uh-huh. They would like me to shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake my booty. (Shake my booty.) Which I did after studiously watching the dancers.
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