Male Bonding, Karaoke Style
July 22, 2006
I love my new apartment. It’s much nicer than my old one and the location is just freakin’ awesome. And it’s about 48 times bigger.
One thing I love about the location is the bar adjacent to my balcony. For starters, it’s nice to have a place that I can walk to when I need to kick back and have a few (which I’ve already done once). During the week it’s fairly uneventful. But Friday and Saturday nights are obviously a little busier… and also happen to be karaoke night.
Since a cool front came through and made the temperature outside a little more bearable, I decided to sit outside and take in the sights of my new location for a little while tonight. I just happened to go outside in time to witness a rather humorous event unfold.
There was a guy standing outside the bar cursing up a storm. Yeah… that’s how close I am… I can hear what folks are saying across the street. A few moments later another guy came outside to speak with him. Apparently, the one who came out last had slammed his fist down on a table in anger and spilled beer on the foul-mouthed guy who came out first. Luckily I got a quick run-down of what happened from their dialog.
It would seem that the fist-slammer was pissed about something having to do with a breakup he was going through. They argued over that situation for a few moments. But soon, they made up and embraced each other… alternating the phrases “you’re my boy” and “no, you’re my boy” back and forth between each other. They argued over who was who’s boy for quite some time. Fist-slammer was letting foul-mouth sleep at his house, so that meant he had “my boy” status. Foul-mouth loved fist-slammer even though he was a “motherf***er”, so that meant he had “my boy” status.
Eventually they just decided to be each other’s boy. I know… it really tugs on the heartstrings, doesn’t it? I could feel the love. I could smell the booze, but I could still feel the love. Haha!
The whole thing made me chuckle repeatedly. I’m not sure if it was the actual dialog, the fact that I could hear it all without being noticed, or if it was drunken rendition of “La Bamba” being sung in the background during the whole exchange.
Ritchie Valens would have been so proud…
Update: Mere moments after posting this I went back outside to see what else I could witness… only to find the foul-mouthed guy mentioned above heaving his guts out in the parking lot. Haha! Between heaves you could hear him gasp “oh shit”… then more vomit. He then proceeded to lay down in the parking lot beside a car and pass out. Ahhh…. brings back memories. Is it wrong that I’m watching all of this… and laughing about it?
Posted in Characters, Humor
July 22nd, 2006 at 2:26 am
Haha! I wish I could have seen it too. Sounds like a nice place and just a few steps from a bar, doesn’t get much better than that. I hope it doesn’t get too noisy though. Great that you have a hidden perch to spy on people….. God only knows what else you’ll witness.
July 22nd, 2006 at 5:04 pm
So far the noise has been minimal. However, I did hear someone yell right as I was typing my update last night. So after I posted it I went outside to see what else was happening. To my surprise, the foul-mouthed guy who’d been passed out was not only revived… but he was riding “his boy” piggy-back style across the parking lot and yelling to another group of people to follow them to a party.
I guess he was only napping in the parking lot. The party was far from over… haha.
August 2nd, 2006 at 6:59 pm
[...] I’ve been at my new apartment for about three weeks now. In that short amount of time I’ve already been witness to bar patron drama and numerous MediVac landings at the hospital across the street. I’ve also been sprayed by the sprinklers, noticed a couple all but fornicating in the pool, and watched my sister “punk” a rabbit that was chilling in the courtyard. [...]
October 1st, 2006 at 6:08 am
[...] Because of the way my balcony is positioned, I can see a lot more than the bar across the street. I live on the second floor, but the first floor apartments are “garden style”… which is just fancy for underground. So my balcony isn’t really two stories up. It’s about one and a half. When I’m sitting out there the railings pretty much cover me from the view of the people walking by on the sidewalk below. Most of the time people pass by and don’t even realize I’m out there. I’ve overhead phone calls… seen people pick their nose (or butt)… and had more than one opportunity to scare the hell out of someone standing below me. [...]
January 30th, 2007 at 8:38 pm
[...] part of town, even at night. Saturday nights are karaoke nights at the bar across the street and I can usually hear it. I can hear people coming and going… leaving loud and drunk… singing poorly… [...]