So That Happened in meh...

My favorite local band played at the plaza down by my house last night. Gotta love a free show.

It was so oppressively hot after work, well after it rained. It usually is. I wasn’t sure they were going to perform. I went around 7. I still had on my dress I went to work in and I was down there. I had on the same shoes and now my foot hurts so I have to wear these New Balance sneaks for a couple of days and put my foot up.

Anyway, They had to cut it real short because a storm was coming in again. I went and said hello & see you next time to them and then headed over to karaoke. So I saw a few of my buds, including creepy later on in the night.

So at one point, DJ told me to put in my next song and someone else’s while he handled some bathroom issues. Okay. So he walked off, I did as I was told/asked and that was that. He came back and then shortly after asked me to sit I for him. He did not look good. I asked him if he vomited or did he have bubble guts. He said some of everything, but I think he was just vomiting. So he hung out near the bathroom and I ran the night for a moment. It was fun. It’s always fun, but I opened up a bit more. I was talking in the microphone when I usually wouldn’t. I was calling up everyone and I said something to the effect that usually I don’t do this because I don’t like talking to people. And that got some laughs. This one guy got up and sang a song about be my baby tonight and he was feeling THEE SHIT out of that song. When he got done, I said, “Well goodness!! Somebody ought to be leaving with him tonight after that performance!” We all were laughing and cheering talking panties on the stage. This other guy that was with his group said, “Hell, he makes ME want to be his baby tonight.” I got a $9 tip from a couple that I see there all the time. She was going to put it in the bucket but then said, “Since you’re DJing this is for YOU!” I said well shit, put that in my pocket then!

So the night wore on and then DJ eventually took over the last half hour and asked me to stick around. I said sure even if that meant I was getting home at 12:30. I mean I live two houses over so no big deal. I’m awake, I’m at work. I’m always sleepy at work so nothing new there. He then tried to give me the money in the tip jar that grew from $1 to $6. I told him no and told him about the money I had received. I got a drink on his tab, he told me to get another and I declined.

I’m guessing that’s my thing to do where I can earn cash in hand. I mean $9 ain’t shit but if I get $150 like he did, that could do some good. But then I’d have to have a working vehicle. So there it is. If I did it at the spot, I would ask if someone can set up for me because I don’t know how to do that part.

So that was my yesterday evening.
How was yours?

Kindest regards,
Sister