Go read, go read. I AM HILARIOUS! And Grange writes down stuff I said well. “World famous doesn’t mean what you think it does.” HAHAHAHHAHAHAA
As I posted on Twitter, Mary’s camera made me look like a ghost, and made Dawn look like Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost. However, the sig other saw my pictures of Dawn and proclaimed, “She looks like she’d be a hoot!” High praise indeed. And yes, Dawn is a hoot. However, I’ll lay even odds Mary murders her in a cornfield if they ever travel together again outside the East Coast.
What about the one-legged grungy neo-hippie? Oh yes, I almost forgot. So, as Mary takes a half dozen pictures, trying to get my face to appear on film (a very difficult task when photographing the soulless), a random guy—about mid-20s, scruffy, shaggy hair rubber-banded in back, flannel shirt—wanders over from the bar to offer some friendly assistance. Turns out, he’s not helpful. But, he is entertaining, so I order Dawn a house specialty Tangermeister and we settle in to chat a bit more as the bartender starts putting chairs up on tables and generally uses a great degree of un-subtlety to indicate it’s closing time and he resents our presence. Now, when you see someone with a prosthetic leg, you generally have two reactions: a) curiosity as to how they lost their leg, and b) a realization you shouldn’t ask. Dawn had only one of those reactions:
One-legged guy: [trying to take picture] “Wow, you really do look like a ghost, dude!”
Dawn: “So, how’d you lose your leg?”
One-legged guy: [sitting down in our booth] “Well, it’s kind of funny. I mean, you go out to a bunch of bars. You wake up the next day, and you can’t remember where you put stuff. I mean, you think, ‘I know I had it at that one bar, and I think I had it at the next bar, but then it gets kind of hazy.”
So, as we finished our Tangermeisters, the one-legged guy had me place my hand palm up over the table, and he held his hand palm down above but not touching my hand, in an attempt to “drain my aura” to enable Mary to take my picture. This was uncomfortably close to an exorcism, which would really destroy my poker ability, so I was happy when Mary distracted him with something shiny.
Here’s video of the one legged guy. I am laughing my head off, but not necessarily “with” him. But since he has one leg, I’m not supposed to say that…