sir bounce-a-lot.

"our" karaoke bar has a bouncer. you'll find her at the bottom of the stairs at the three crowns dungeon lounge. we're regulars, so she'll give us hugs and then take our $2. it feels like we pay for hugs. don't get me started on the fact that i have to pay a cover to get into a carpeted bar in the basement of a hotel frequented by at least three guys named "snake". my late aunt helen used to drink at this dive in the fifties, and i'm pretty sure they had the same chairs. and just the fact that the bouncer is female-- a burly, imposing female, but a female-- should indicate that this is not the most happening place in town. then again, the most happening place in town has the original disco floor (which still lights up) that was installed when it opened in the late-seventies, not to mention a notorious ghetto meat market reputation. doesn't anyone in this place redecorate?

so, we're patiently waiting our turns to sing one night, when troub-a-dub-dub mentions that one of the guys with a link on her blog has been reading my ramblings and is quite amused. i'm pretty new at this blogging thing, so this revelation floored me. this guy has a book deal! and he reads my blog! and he likes it! it's kind of like being an up-and-coming actor and finding out al pacino really admires your work. so, wasting no time, i checked out his skills as soon as i got home that night, and they are plentiful. i laughed so hard i think i need a new bladder. ten things not to do when you get thrown out of a club is the blog entry equivelant of anna karenina. ok, the drama queen in me is starting to seep through, but he's really, really funny nonetheless. so to the three of you reading this right now, please do yourselves a favor and click here.