(originally posted 11/5/2009)
So, I’m sitting at a bar tonight with several people from work. It’s this sports bar/restaurant.
And out of nowhere walk in this odd collection of guys with an odd assortment of musical (I use the term loosely) instruments. A tuba (that had a finish I’ve never seen before. I think it’s called “sat in a shed for 30 years” glaze), an accordian, a cowbell, a washboard (no lie. I wish this was not true), and that string on a broomstick thing (what is that? I have no idea what to call it). These guys walk in and just start playing.
I’m convinced that they weren’t asked to be there. They played for about a half an hour. I just think no one was brave enough to kick them out.
I’m such an ass, after the first song, I started yelling “Free Bird”. Ha! I told my boss that he needed to dance with me (he was very worried that I might be serious). I told my coworkers that I was going to ask them for an autograph.
Honestly though, I’ve only seen a band like that in a cartoon. It was a truly horrifying experience. I feel like we should have all been interviewed at the scene afterward. I want to sit down with a police sketch artist. They need to do something about these men. They aurally assaulted me and my coworkers! I insist on justice.