The Nite Thunderbird & I met Textican & Drunk Nancy: Part II

With nothing to say, the girls asked us if we were from Dallas. Quickly, we both said no and Thunderbird told them we were from Shreveport. We found out that they were sisters. The stylish one is Textican and her sister is Drunk Nancy. After we exchanged names, talk got serious about what to do next. Whenever I go to Dallas, I love stopping by Good Records. So Thunderbird said we were heading to the record shop because it is not closing for another two hours. By this point it was around 10 pm. They said they wanted to join and we can ride with them. I did not like this idea one bit. Who the heck gets in a car with two complete strangers? While walking out of The Granada, somehow we magically paired off. I think it was because Drunk Nancy had some bike company sticker on her bag and Thunder loves bikes. I had no clue what to say to Textican, so as walked out of the venue I said "Nice boots." Our car was parked behind the building but they insisted we all ride together so we walked about two blocks to their car. On the walk I found out that Textican is a mother of one and is divorced and never picks up strangers. Is it too late to run back to our car? So we make it to their car and they unlocked the car doors. Thunderbird hopped off the curb and went towards the passenger door on the drivers side. Everyone was standing by their doors as I stood on the curb announcing to Thunder reasons why we should not get in their car. A) We do not know them. B) What if we wanted to go home before they do. C) I don't want to die with Rhett Miller being my last concert. As I went on Drunk Nancy says "Oh man come on, do you honestly think we would kill you. . . we have a quilt with cats on it in the backseat." I added that to my reasons. The girls got in and Thunder shrugged his shoulders. I opened my car door and went along for the ride. As we drove two miles to Good, it was on the same street as The Granada, Drunk Nancy let us look through her iPod. Thunder and I mumbled about the fact maybe these girls weren't so bad, they had some cool music. I noticed there was only one KoL album, Only By The Night.We pull into a side street and I start flipping out about not wanting to die behind a Taco Cabana. They announce to me that we just turned the wrong way. We finally get to Good and park. I mention KoL and Drunk Nancy starts telling me about these facts that I already know and she said "I bet you did not know. . ." and before she could finish Thunder said to her "Im sure he knows. He knows a ton." Did not hear from her KoL fan self again. The first floor of Good is cd/magazine/posters/and dvds. The second floor is vinyl records. I shoot up the stairs to start thumbing. Everyone else is down stairs looking at only Jehovah knows what. From the view upstairs, I notice Thunder is alone so I send him a text message: "What the french are we doing?" He looks up and throws his hands up and shrugs. I buy a few albums and Thunder buys a Guster cd I believe. We ask if we can keep our car in the Good parking lot and head to the bar next door. The guy is cool with it since we bought stuff. Drunk Nancy opens the car and we put our stuff away before crossing the street to The Cavern. As we made it upstairs to the club, I was listing things off in my head not to talk about. Okay Rex don't mention ex-girlfriends, politics, relegion, or KoL. You know if you mention KoL, you will not stop talking. We grabbed a table and sat down, they had a few drinks and all start chatting. I did not drink, I hardly ever do now days. Drunk Nancy coaxed T'Bird to join her in another area of the bar as Textican and I stayed at the table. Drunk Nancy and Thunder headed to this darkened area of the bar room that was filled with couches. They stayed over there for the remainder of the night. They were making out. That'a baby T'Bird!! Everyonce in a while I would text 'Bird and say stuff like "I hope you are happy. . .Im drowning over here" & "Just what the heck am I suppose to say to a mother of one," and the famous "Just what the funk are we doing here?" T'Bird would come check in on us, mostly me to see if I would give him a "lets get out of here" look. At one point, Thunder was at the bar and a girl flashed everyone. I missed it because I wasn't paying attention. He still talks about it to this day. Midnite turned to one, then you find yourself being asked to leave because its two a.m. Gathered up our jackets and moved it to the exits (some Closing Time by Semisonic). Once we got downstairs, Drunk Nancy releazed she did not have her keys. We quickly ran upstairs and looked around and even got the employees of the bar to check. I was tired, it was cold, and I did not have a great night. I just wanted to get in bed. I hate situations in which people do dumb things such as lose keys. After twenty or so minutes, Drunk Nancy and Thunder returned downstairs without the keys. We headed to the car to look around ther. No keys on the pavement and Good was all locked up. I sat on a bench as Drunky & 'Bird head back over to The Cavern for one last look around. I realize that my albums were in the car and I doubt I ever get them back. They come back empty handed. I would call Cody but he was in bed. The sisters start talking about calling Karina (their youngest sister) to bring them a spare key but that was quickly shot down because Karina would be highly upset, not because of waking up or driving twnety-five minutes, but because the girls were hanging out with non-Jehovah witnesses. Found out that it was bad. After much time wasted and no taxi cab to be found. There was only one thing to do. On November 21st, at 3am and in winter weather, us four walked from Good Records to The Granada. The distence from Good to Granada is a little under two miles. I was not to happy. We walked and walked, past bums & mexican catcallers. Textican knew what they were saying because she is mexican. My heart cannot take this type of junk. We were ahead of T'Bird and Drunk Nancy. Im a fast walker and Drunky was pretty drunk. Scrath that, she was really drunk. Once at Thunderbird's car he realized he left his keys in Drunk's car. Sike. He doesn't lose his keys. He has a belt clip thing, just kidding. Thunder drove while Drunk Nancy continued with her slurry words. Twenty minutes later they got out of the vehicle and we went home. While Thunderbird floored it, I was letting the expletives fly. That was the longest night of my life. Good Lord, we got our Good stuff back that Sunday. Looking back, it is a funny story that Thunderbird and I laugh about.

Song of the day- "Circuital" by My Morning Jacket
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-3IdMKV4U0&feature=related


Thursday nite I will type an all new blog that most of you haven't heard about titled "The Lock-Out."

The Nite Thunderbird and I met the Textican & Drunk Nancy: Part I.

Since mid September 2008, Thunderbird and I have been to about twenty concerts together. One of the first concerts we attended was a show in Dallas, Rhett Miller (lead singer of Old '97s) was doing a charity gig at The Granada. We decided to hit up that show on a Friday nite then check out Conor Oberst (aka Bright Eyes) and his new band The Mystic Valley Band the next nite. Conor's show was amazing. One of our favorites. Friday nite we pulled up and parked behind The Granada and made our way inside. The place wasn't packed that much. We were standing about fifty feet from the stage or more. Before Rhett got up Brent Best (lead singer of alt.country band Slobber Bone) did a short set. About six feet in front of us was a very pretty girl. I liked her style, tall boots, flowing dress. I mentioned to Thunderbird that I wanted to say something to her, but did not know what to say. Her and her friend walked past us to get drinks and I told Thunderbird "Look, lets take their spots so when they get back they will ask for their spots back thus they have to talk to us." He did not like this idea so I decided not to go with that one. The two girls made their way back before Brent Best took stage. As Brent Best gave a solid performance, I told Thunderbird "This guy looks like Mr. Friendly." If Mr. Friendly does not sound familiar, then peep this folks. He is a character from LOST. Anyway, we spend most of Mr. Friendly's set making fun of him and talking about our thoughts on LOST. It was time to see Rhett. All during the show I looked at this stylish girl who was now about two feet away from me. I think I saw some of her face, enough to want to look again. As the charity concert was wrapping up I realized that I would probably say nothing to this female and was satisfied with just that. DJ Dennis Miller came out to announce that the show was over, Rhett might have played six or seven songs. As Thunderbird said "Time to go," the two girls turned around and one said "So whats next?" We just stood their stunned, Thunderbird and I did not know what to do or say.

There is a Part II to this story.

"Who does ecstasy at a Ben Kweller show?"

I was really pumped about this weekend (15-17) because my trip to Dallas to check out a couple of artist. Ben Kweller/Pete Yorn Friday nite then The Avett Brothers Saturday. Come Wednesday it was announced that Avett canceled the show (another baby was on the way). Thunderbird (Jeremy) and I still had the Friday nite show to look forward to. We hit the Granada right around 8 and got a very good spot near the stage. Right when I got in there a text came from the Textican "Are you here?" Now, I am sure most of you know about the Textican but if you do not let me know and I will blog about that one. I do not reply to her. I look up at this huge screen that shows tweets dealing with The Granada and the bands. I see one name that seems familiar, I point it out to Thunderbird and we agree that it is Drunk Nancy, Textican's sister. Two minutes pass and Textican & Drunk Nancy come over. Awkward. Really awkward. I fluffed off the conversation and basically stuck Thunderbird with it, not a first class dude move but it happened. The curtain goes up and the show starts, they left and went back to their area. Ben Kweller was up first, really good show. During the break I head to the bathroom and find text messages from my friend Patricia. I end up bumping into her, said she was in the middle of the pack so I told her where we were located at. Before Pete took the stage Patricia & her friend Rebecca joined us. PG is not the tallest girl so she was able to see the concert where we were. Some chick near us was all about doing X. She was dressed in black & white thus Thunderbird and I refereed to her as Zebra-X. Her and her man were performing "bedroom activities" while standing 3 feet away from us. She was dry humping him & rubbing on herself. Really strange. Lady behind me asked "Who does ecstasy at a Ben Kweller show?" I pointed to Zebra-X who, be this time, was being held up by her beau by her belt loop. Once Pete took the stage, she was out cold. Her carried her out. I am 78% sure she ended up at the hospital. There was another girl drunk off red-bull & fosters doing her best to dance sexy but PG & I agreed she slouches to much. We constantly made fun of her and Zebra-X all the while trying to figure out what type of phone some dude had next to us that took AMAZING pictures (answer: HTC Inspire).  Right before it ended we see Drunk Nancy storm the stage and give Pete a hug and security got her. I liked both acts. Met Yorn after the show, he signed my LP. I said "If you could write your favorite lyric from the album." Stoned of his mind and looked away and said "Sh*t." Apparently his favorite lyric is "It Already Is. . ." Thanks Pete. I mentioned seeing him in Shreveport at the Horseshow. He looked confused and replied "The f***in' casino?" I just nodded my head and walked off. Thunderbird & I get in the car and make our way to my brothers place. At some point Thunderbird says something like "The girl in the red shirt dancing (aka The Sloucher) was good looking." Then adds that Drunk Nancy was better looking then the last time. I still cannot believe the Textican & Drunk Nancy saw us. Going to bed at my brothers my phone lights up, a text from Textican "Marry me.You're so handsome." Overall this is the 5th time she has proposed to me. I did not reply.

The Hobo Date

This girl, we will call her Monday, & I started talking and seemed to hit it off. She had great taste in music and liked some of the movies I liked. She was super cool to talk to. I figured "What the heck, I should ask her out." So I did. We met up on a Tuesday at a local Starbucks just as it was closing. I didn't mind because I do not even drink coffee so I wasn't hurt by the closing. She bought something before I arrived. Monday was sitting at a table outside when I walked up, the lights of the Starbucks are being turned off inside. She asked me if I mind staying here and just talk. I thought it was a good plan. As we talked about movies, music, life it got around 10:30ish. Two homeless looking people approached, guy and girl, and they went into their story. Apparently their truck broke down in Bossier and they were on their way Keithville. Long trip. Asked if we could give them a few bucks. I hesitated reaching for my wallet but Monday snatched her purse up and said "Sure." She opened her wallet like we were amongst friends. She reached in for some dollars while I gradually pulled my wallet out. She gave them four dollars, I stopped pulling out my wallet because I figured "Ah, four is good enough." They looked at her then at me and kind of gave me a "Are you going to give" look. After they realized I wasn't going to give them any money they said "Um. . . well. . . thank you." I went back to our conversation like nothing happened. We finished up the date but I could tell something was up with Monday. Day or two past before I received an e-mail from her. She didn't think it would work out. I replied "Look, I'm okay with that but can you tell me why?" Come to find out she thought we were pretty cool and we got along well and held conversations, never a break in conversation. The reason why she didn't want to pursue it was because I did not give money to the drifters. That my friends is a Costanza.