On Friday, X and I went with Travis to see a show at Dan’s Sliverleaf. The first act was really good – a Denton band called Cordelane. They weren’t doing anything new – imagine something between The Sundays and The Breeders – but they did it very well; the guitars were tight and the singer had a really good voice. Unfortunately the next two bands sounded like they were having a contest to see who could do the worst Violent Femmes imitation (for the record, it was a tie).
So after a little of that we went out onto the back patio where it was at least quiet enough to talk. When we got out there we saw, up against one wall, a large chalkboard. And because we had been drinking for a while, it seemed like a good idea to play hangman. We started out playing the regular version, but before long a new set of rules took shape; if it was your turn to be the hangman, you couldn’t pick any word or phrase you wanted – instead the two other players gave you a category to pick from. Still later, the rule changed again so that your word or phrase had to be a pun or play on words based on the category. So, for example:
Category: a sin. The answer: Gigli.
Category: the right thing to do. The answer: vote GOP.
Category: an element of torture. The answer: Iron Maiden
Anything can be fun on Dan’s patio, bombed on Shiners, at 2:00 A.M.
After that we went to La Cabana de Tacos for some takeout. It was lousy with teenagers, all sulking around, scratching their acne and saying, “that’s BOGUS, dude” over and over to each other because the guy taking orders wouldn’t serve them margaritas. It was sort of cute in a way – remember what it was like to say, “I can’t wait until I’m 21”?
