Hell, by the time the song was finished, I'd even managed to win over the lead singer dude and he suggested that I sing a second song! (And I don't even remember what song it was - only that I knew it even less-well than the Lit song).
So after a few songs, the band, (who I've since found out is called Drunk Uncle Bob) took a break. I pulled the singer aside and this time I managed to convince him to let me sing a song! Then after he agreed to let me do it, it almost didn't happen because I didn't know most of the songs in the bands repertoire. In the end I managed to convince him that I sorta knew the words to My Own Worst Enemy by Lit and that I'd be able to wing it. Check out the singer's expression: totally annoyed because I'm messing up the words. Hahah.
If you've read any of those previous Thanksgiving entries (linked up there above), you'll know that the first thing that I do whenever I go home for Thanksgiving is go to a bar called "The Barn" that's become the de facto place for impromptu Roxbury High School reunions! (By the way, when did Mystery the pick-up artist start frequenting the place?)
About an hour after we'd gotten there, a cover band took the stage. I crossed the bar and saw that it was the same cover band that was there last year when I tried to convince the singer to let me sing a song and he told me no. (Me: "Hey, you guys are great! Can I sing a song with you?" Him: "Ummm, but I'm the singer." and then I was like "Yeah, but it's only a cover band - it's not like I don't know the songs or something." And he got offended and just walked away. Hahah.)
Anyway, the band started playing some hot Jersey jams, and the next thing you know, chicks (with tambourines!) climbed up onto the bar and started dancing!
But by far, the most exciting part of the evening (I mean, besides getting to see Jen Eva) was that I finally got to meet Eric Wormann. Eric's a guy that I started emailing with after he told me that it was this my site that inspired him to start his own epic & hilarious photo blog! He grew up a few towns away from me and kept swearing that one day he was going to make a pilgrimage down to The Barn! So I was stoked to finally get to meet him. (And I'd always like to point out that after all the shit he used to give me about not updating this site, he's since slacked off on his and is currently a year behind in posting! HA!)
Then another lady, in a belly-shirt and clingy ass-pants, climbed up on the bar and was gyrating like a woman-possesed. All the dudes were yelling and screaming and getting all up in her booty, so I went over to check her out...
Me and a guy named Billy Lashavicke (sp?) who I don't think I even said like 10 words to in all the 6 years we went to school together - but then 11 years and three Scotches later and you're best buds!
And with my good friend Amy Albano. Right when we walked in the door, we started running into high school chums! Here's Amy posing with Jen Eva (who I had the biggest crush on back in high school when she sat in front of me in geometry sophomore year...yeah, can you blame me?) and her little brother Ricky Eva (who has since got all growed up and actually works with my mom as an occupational therapist in a nearby public school!)
...round up a crew and head to the local townie bar that's called "The Barn!" Believe it or not, The Barn actually used to be a restaurant called Seafood Shack when I was growing up in town! Seafood Shack. A winning name like that and they still went out of business. Shocking, right? Steak Shanty is gone as well. Go figure.) Anyway, over holidays The Barn is the defacto place that everyone I went to high school with goes to catch up with everyone else. Here's Amy (my brother's girlfriend), Grant, Brett and Meredith preparing for their very first Barn Experience!
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