Dancing quings
Last night, after the 48 award screening, I tried to return E.’s car and go to bed, but due to extenuating circumstances, ended up at Skygo’s bar with M & M and S & S, respectively, until 2a. Skygo’s is a dive bar which I avoided while N. was in town, although I don’t know why. It’s small and dingy and has a jukebox and extra-fizzy ginger ale. Even when you’re not drinking, what’s not to love?
S. sat gracefully for a while
as did I
while M. bebopped around the room.
Then the bar owner’s son got all weepy when U2 came on and he made me dance with him to “Haven’t found what I’m lookin for”.
After sitting around a bit,
M & S were eventually persuaded to dance. The evening ended with all of us on our feet, rockin out to the BeeGees in the corner. It was like a trippy episode of All In The Family, quite possibly my favorite show ever. This was after I got to play Maggie May on the jukebox, quite possibly the greatest song Rod Stewart ever made, particularly the mandolin solo at the end. The only person in the world who agrees with me is Joe, and I wish he’d have been there to defend my love for the tune, as present company wasn’t feelin the love and I had to sing along alone.
“Maggie, I wish I’d never seen your face.
I’ll get on back home one of these days…”
This is one of the nights I will remember when I think back on my 26th year.