Hot Dips (littlewashu) wrote,
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The perils of wearing a very short skirt out

I was just talking to Mitch on the phone about something, and it reminded me of this bar I went to a while back, called Tequila Joe's. It's up in North Jersey somewhere, I forget the town. I went there probably the first summer I was 21, which was 1999 or some shit. So it was one of the first bars I ever went to. OH I just remembered we were there the day before the People's Prom (ask Manning about that one, that patriotic fuck). ANYWAY, it had lots of floors and lots of rooms, yadda yadda yadda, and I ended up making out with this dude who claimed he was a model, and he kept trying to put his hand up my skirt. I also was kissed and skirt-hand-upped on the dance floor by some strange dude who was all UP IN MY GRILL and shit and kissing me without my permission. So, gross, I guess, but he wasn't ugly, I don't think (it was dark), so you know, there's a story. Albeit a short one.

ANYWAY, the reason I remembered it was because Mitch was talking about that short on Liquid Television about the dude whose house was crashing in as he ate an egg, and he was cursing in Italian. OH MAN Liquid Television. Now there was some hot shit. I'm actually surprised it didn't last longer than it did, and surprised they haven't brought it back. Or that Cartoon Network doesn't have a show of shorts, on a non-Adult Swim/Toonami night or sumpin'. I have a tape of Liquid Television that I taped during a marathon. It's as prized as my Dr. Katz tapes. But man, I taped over the first two hours with MONTY PYTHON AND THE SEARCH FOR THE HOLY GRAIL. God damn me. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

ANYWAY, so one of the rooms at Tequila Joe's was the obligatory 80's room. They had 80's music playing. And they had a swing at one end, just a regular swing, hung from the ceiling. You had to stand by it and look at the girl swinging on it hungrily, until she got bored and left and then you could nonchalantly go up to it because it's not like you wanted to SWING or anything, that's just silly. And on the wall behind the swing they projected Liquid Television, swear to God. No sound, of course. Now this was back in the olden days, in the Nineties, half of you probably don't even remember that far back. DVD's were not an option, so some motherfucker must've just had these shits lyin' around or something. It was hot shit.

Also at Tequila Joe's, but not sponsored by Tequila Joe's, rather appearing as regular patrons, were 1) some guy dressed up in a Noid* costume, [oh MAN it must have been fucking hot in that thing], and 2) some guy nicknamed "Pony Boy" [or not, I don't really remember, but it seems plausible] who wore a real live leather saddle on his back. He would let any girl who bought him a drink ride him for a minute or two.


*You know, the Noid? Avoid the Noid? Domino's Pizza, back when it was there in thrity minutes or less, or you got three bucks off? Ahhhh, kids. Of course, the Noid was LONG gone by 1999, which, you know, makes the dude even . . . cleverer. (?)
Tags: a story, nostalgia, recap, teevee
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