Bushwhacker's has one. Duke's has one. Cowgirl's has one. I'm pretty sure every bar has at least one. No, not fat girl in a tube top - Skeletor Man! Think back to He-Man Masters of Universe...but Bar Skeletor is that one scrawny, wrinkly, frail looking old man that hasn't come to terms with the fact he's old yet. Bar Skeletor gets down on the dance floor with his bad self all decked out out in his awesomest Member's Only jacket that's survived the last two decades, hideously ugly cowboy boots, and his whitest dentures (I guess, I don't know that last one for sure). Bar Skeletor at Cowgirl's last weekend followed me outside to smoke and bum a cigarette. OK, I certainly won't be selfish when it comes to things I voluntarily buy that will eventually kill me. Since Skeletor is bumming a cig, I figure he needs a light too. But no, Bar Skeletor has the coolest old man gadget ever - a lighter on a retractable cord attached to his belt. Yikes!
Last Saturday was the weekend celebration of Fat Tuesday. My turn to save a table so I get there a little before 9 and there's no tables left, so I had to share. I had my pick of "mr. 80's" with the almost mullett (oh baby!) or "mr. suave" with the button up shirt that really needed to be buttoned one more up. I went with "mr.suave" since they had a tall table.
But not everyone there Saturday night was old or uncool. I met a cute, slightly buff, blond haired, blue eyed guy named Greg. Greg bought me a Bacardi & Coke and came back to our table to sit with us for a little bit. As we shouted over the music, Greg asked how old we were. Kell replied 39. I replied 33. Turn about's fair play so I asked Greg how old he was. Oh, turns out he's 24. Another 'Yikes!' but for a totally different reason.
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