Kenny Rogers and Cooter...

So, last night Tim and I went to see Dane play at this Biker Bar called Bobo’s over on 43rd and Sheridan. I mean, I knew it was a biker bar, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. It’s was pretty mellow there didn’t seem to be too many biker’s around when we got there. I was having hard time getting a drink squared away as it seems that they don’t serve wine, fat tire or Guinness there. So I went over to the bar to see what they did have. I ordered a vodka cranberry.

As I waited for the waitress behind the bar to make it, (by they way she looked like me... If I was 30 years older and had a nasty crack habit. Bleached blond hair, missing teeth….yikes) this older Biker guy at the bar says, “ all I wanna know is who’s that purty new girl over there…” I said, “ Oh, I’m just here to see my good friend Dane play tonight.” Then he comes walking over, and introduces himself as Scooter. Or was it Cooter, it was hard to tell. He extended his hand and growled, “ I’d like to be your friend. Your goooooood friend.” The way he drew that "good" out scared me. I just said, “ nope, I’m good. I have lots of friends. Okay bye…” As I walked back to my table he and his buddy, who looked like a fat Kenny Rogers with a Mullet, had a good laugh. Good Lordy. Interesting night…

Today Tim and I are heading down to the People’s Fair today to hear Sheila play. She’ll be on the North Broadway stage from 2-3 if anyone’s interested…