Thanks for all the kind wishes!
This birthday was shaping up to be a rather depressing non-event. We had a family birthday get together thing on Sunday since my kids are in school and the girl’s school is across the state. After work I was feeling a little loneley and down so I walked to a neighborhood bar to pound down a few beers and see if anyone was there. There was a miserably bad duo playing live music, a very cute chick singer and a guy on keyboards. Or I guess you could call it a trio if you count the Mac Powerbook that was playing drums, bass, horns, and backing vocals. Despite playing to a canned beat they both had timing problems, and the singer seemed to be everywhere but the right key. The girl also attempted an alto sax solo at one point, which was excruciating. But she sure looked good.
While I was standing at the bar enduring this performance I was approached by a pretty hot brunette who started chatting me up. She let me buy her a drink and I was starting to think I was gonna get lucky. She was doing the usual body language of a chick who is interested - tugging her hair, touching my forearm when she spoke, making lots of eye contact. Then she asked “So what do you think of the band?” I said they weren’t really my cup of tea, and she asked me what it was I didn’t like about them, so I laid into them. I concluded my critical rampage with a comment that it was a good thing the singer could get by on her looks because she sure couldn’t back it up with any sort of talent, at which point the lady I was talking with informed me that the singer was her sister and the keyboardist was her husband, and walked off.
Open mouth, insert foot.
