Last night there was a work event that Preston is on the committee. We pretty much stayed until the end. Both were a little hungry at that point for dinner. I had pretzels and queso and felt like I was ok, but by 8pm going home....hungry. So we met at one of our favorite places Elbow Room.
We had been there about an hour and the juke box wasn't really playing much songs. The place wasn't cowarded at all as it was a Tuesday night. We got our dinner and pretty much enjoyed watching a single lady at the bar hit on every guy that walked in the door. She was talking so loud we could hear everything. Comical. It was then we deciede Elbow Room is a lonely place. It is the place you go, alone, to just...sit. Granted we love the joint! But, it is in fact a lonely place.
The juke box had stopped playing and you could hear the lady talking and then the regular noises of a bar/grill. All of a sudden we heard the low rumble that was increasing. It started as a drone and picked up. Of course we quickly realized it was the next song. But it got us laughing as we both made the comment that it was as if Elbow Room was taking off. Can you imagine? The whole place starts shaking, the rattle of the bottles and glasses. Pizza's are sliding off of patrons plates. A few chairs tobble over and everyone braces themselves. Gaston Ave starts to go down...or are we going up?!
Best. Reality Show. Idea.
The places shoots out rockets from underneath the foundation and away we go. Up into space. mask drop down and a stick comes out of the floor. We reach for the stick and we are driving the Elbow Room!
So - that is how our night went over dinner. It was enjoyable. Not ever going to happen, but it would make a great show, or at least a good movie!
2 comments:
sounds just as realistic as believing those jersey shore things are real people. :)
what do you mean? they are real people. no? I...I...I don't understand. Are you trying to burst more bubbles?
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