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so i went out to see some live music tonight...

i thought it was going to be a tame night: a few friends, a couple of drinks, a bunch of laughs and some great tunes. i couldnt have been more wrong.

ran into a few different groups of friends and was treated to good conversation ranging from variations on Jim Beam drinks to facial hair names. ie the Split Fu Manchu and the Amish Chin-Strap. there is a new addition to our group, someone who appreciates Shower Beer(she is my new favorite person). the night is going swimmingly. Jim Beam, diet coke and a lime...

its a small venue, lots of regulars, and lots of drinks, which are all really cheap... as the show starts, we are all huddled to 1 side. we try to make some space but its shoulder to shoulder. there is a tall bald guy in a houndstooth jacket, scarf and sideburns in front of us, i envy his gumption for wearing such an awesome outfit...

the show goes on and i get alerted to a tool dancing ridiculously in a prime spot which is right in front of the stage and i am encouraged to mock him. being ready to instigate humor whenever possible, i start dancing behind him, mimicking his every move. he steps back to let me continue dancing, so i move forward into his vacated space. he is now behind me, i am still mocking him and i dance furiously. he is stunned and soon leaves the area. i feel triumphant.

after a few songs in the newly acquired space, i get a tap on the shoulder. i am told that the same jerk is now on the right side of the stage, still dancing ridiculously. i am once again asked to make an example of what not to do when at a show. i make me way to that side of the stage and i see a few good friends i hadnt talked to yet. i sit with them for a song or 2 and explain what is about to transpire. this is received with nothing but encouragement.(which is all i need)

so i sidle up next to this douche and i notice that while i am dancing, i can also see this persons every motion in the reflection of the large mirror on my right. i spend the next 10 minutes mocking this kids every move. its perfect, i can watch the show And follow his every retarded dance step... the few good friends are cracking up. i look across the venue and the people that sent me over there are laughing also. this continues for 3 more songs...

at this point, i can no longer contain myself. i laugh ridiculously loud, right at the guy so he knows that i am making fun of him. he has no clue... i am a mix of happiness and whiskey. his date sees me studying her guy in the mirror and whispers something in his ear. she probably said "quit dancing like a douche or that guy will keep making fun of you!" i take this as a cue to relax. the rest of my friends and my few good friends are still laughing so i feel like i have accomplished my goal for the night.

having that bit of nonsense wrapped up, i get to enjoy the remainder of the show. its has been a fantastic night from the get go and mocking this guy has been the icing on the cake. if you get the chance, make fun of people like this as often as possible. it opens so much dancing space and makes you feel really good.

~Life is Short, Get into it~