First of all, I didn’t know that at THE TACKLE BOX, they serve fries with Alligator and not only do they have frog legs, but also wild boar. This place is too interesting, I must say. And the food is seriously fabulous; large portions and just heavenly tastiness in every bite.
Secondly, it is an understatement to say that last night's full moon was powerful. It was most certainly astrologically intense. My aunt Jan and aunt Nancy who had wanted to go out dancing more than I did, left the pub early --so before I knew it-- our table, that was right next to the dance floor, that I stood at --(I am not a sitter)--was suddenly surrounded by three men. It was a battle of sexual energy, everywhere I turned. I saw an old friend, who I had not seen in ages, (a friend of an ex boyfriend) who kept trying to convince me to hook-up with him-Eeewww. I don’t get involved with friends of guys I’ve dated. Boundaries people! And, this way too young guy also kept approaching me-I am not even sure if he was legal to be there. And, every other creepy old guy had something to say to me.
At one point, the lead singer in the band, felt compassion for my situation and approached me on several occasions. He is happily married with four kids and I’ve known him in a casual sense for over ten years (I am the bands official number #1 groupie) and he kept coming up to stand near me, to save me. He said, "You could tell others that you are with me." I told him I appreciated that, but didn’t feel right about saying it. Well, his wife wasn’t there this time...ya know? To "okay" doing that. Is it obvious yet that there was this unusually high sexual vibe surrounding me throughout the night? Oh, especially at the table I occupied. One (obviously the leader) of this trio of men, had extremely thick, long blond hair (Kid Rock style) and wore a baseball cap, Hawaiian style shirt and somewhat resembled Robin Williams. The other two almost looked like brothers, both were gangly thin, wore dark T-shirts and had a similar bronze skin tone. One wore a well worn baseball hat and had a thin pony tail and the other had no teeth. At least none that I could see. The front ones were nonexistent. He was very friendly and useful though - he kept clearing everyone’s tables and bringing the glasses to the bar (he did not work there) . This toothless chick magnet, somehow managed to get various sexy, young women to dance with him all through the night. Talk about the power of energy circulating this night - I'm almost sure that it wasn’t his handsome good looks they were drawn too. So, yes I shared these men. One at a time they’d drag me out on the dance floor (all fast songs) I insisted. Once I got trapped into dancing slow for a partial song, but the guy had a not so pleasant aroma about him-couldn't quite name this particular stench. So….get this…I come to find out…they are all homeless. Yes I said, homeless.
I swear, if I was a reporter I would totally write an article about these guys. They like being homeless! Listen to this. The lead guy (Robin Williams/Kid Rock wannabe) explained they have it so good. They don’t have to work, they get free food, and can enjoy entertainment for free. He says they have never bought a drink ever at a bar. Get this – they drink the drinks that others leave behind - I know.... whoa and... eeewww. And, this guy who is 50 some years old, tells me he has slept with over 3,500 women. Yikes. He thought the number of men who I had slept with was measly. I am so innocent in comparison. 3,500??? Holy Fudgesicles! He began to explain that most of the women were very, very young and how easy it is to get women to sleep with him. I believed him. He and his friends have this open, non-threatening, happy, fun lively presence about them all.
But no way in HELL would I ever consider sleeping with any of them.
I have standards.
Lastly, I had quite a lesson about priorities of people in our society last night. Here I work my frikken ass off, and the government provides, for lack of a better word - losers - to have free food and a place to sleep every night. I get it, why some people would say –why work?- when it’s so easy to survive without having to do anything for society.
Pathetic. What about just doing your part, because it’s the right thing to do? Not just for self worth but to help others and basically keep the world functioning. I could get on a soap box, but I won’t.
So, I guess I’ll go claim disability for my recently sprained ankle. I mean, why teach and be there for the children of our future and make a difference in the lives of others? It’s all about me, me, me, anyway...right?
wrong.
