Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Sisterly advice

Next time you mouthe the words "he's going home with me tonight" about the lead singer of a band, make sure his sister isn't deaf and he can't read lips...

Yes, he did...and yes, they did - twice. Ah, to be twenty-four again. My post-bar action consisted of a near heart attack when I awoke the next morning to find a long-haired guitarist asleep on my couch.

12 comments:

Darren said...

You really need to stop bringing home strays...

kittycatlane said...

Pffft, only twice? BIG HUGS, Steph

Mamabooties said...

SWEET! I've always wanted to be a groupie. But it must of been something in a former life?

Sarah said...

Did he wake up and say, "Rock on."?

I always imagined a band member would totally do that.

Yeah, man. Rock on.

Quindigo said...

Darren: awwww, can't I keep him?

Steph: she's young...give her time ;)

Leah: leave your groupie application at the door - I have a feeling we'll be stalking this band for a while...

Sarah: I think he woke up and said, "WTF? There are 8 cats on my head! Dude."

Anonymous said...

Wow. That's the rock star lifestyle. :)

Mamabooties said...

Cool! think rock stars will like slightly protruding belly's that have a built in kick mechinism? (I can see the baby elbow me now, forgot how it hurts...) I was watching "crossroads" with Bon Jovi and Sugarland and remember thinking "I will always love Bon Jovi".

Joy said...

I want to know who the guitarist ended up on YOUR couch when your sister took home the lead singer?? hmmmm?

monty said...

Knowing what your sis looks like he couldn't be that much of a rockstar. I mean, "asleep on the couch" and just "two times". I give him a month.

Unknown said...

Don't feel too bad, I was a total bar slut back in the day... of course now we're angels - right? :)

Terri G said...

...I will be right there.
;)t

Anonymous said...

When I was in college (because wasn't this post about ME?!?), my friends and I would pretend we were deaf in the case of "icky guy approaching." We would throw our fingers around, tap our wrists together and do other "sign languagey" things.

We got busted -- twice -- by actual deaf people.

Lip reader? I'll bet not. He just WANTED to go home with the little mynx.

Then did you fry them all up a nice bologna omelet and three-bean salad for breakfast? (I swear I've done THAT, too.)

Rock on. Dude.