Tonight we went to the village to hear our friend Dave's band play. I am both relieved and exhilarated to mention that I was asked to show identificaton at the door. (This information is only significant seeing that I experienced a brief moment of despair when it looked as if I wouldn't be carded.) I gleefully offered up my inner wrist to receive the kind bouncer's "ok" stamp.
One of the bands that played before David's was decidedly "metal." I find it amusing that I'd spent most of my day tugging at my outfit, wondering if it was possibly too risque for work? At times I felt almost naked in my short dress and leggings! That is, until I saw the opening band, which consisted of several young men who were clad in the tightest of spandex. And they, unlike myself, had nothing to cover their bums, let alone their frontal regions! A daring look, indeed, but the overall effect was rather unpleasant. Especially since the lead singer kept putting his leg up onto the amp, unabashedly gyrating his spandex covered nether regions to all and sundry.
This display moved me to make Hubby vow never to wear tightie pants, under any and all circumstances. I just don't think it's a good look. He told me I needn't worry. Phew!
Our friend David played wonderfully, as usual, and his band was excellent!
And on this note, I am off to bed...while visions of spandex dance in my head...
I beleive it was the bangs that led the bouncer to card you.....
Posted by: Sissy | March 14, 2008 at 11:46 AM