It started out where all great weekends start- Hooters. I go to Hooters all the time because I love the taste of their wings! …ok, that’s not true. I don’t frequent Hooters, and the one time I ate there their food bit. However, Jason and I were downtown Minneapolis at the 7th Street Entry for a last minute show for the United Way and we were hungry. Jason claimed that the chili was good there… I didn’t buy that, we went in anyway. We ended up getting wings … they sucked.
"Sam"- Professional D-Bag Handler shown in a typical pose, pretending to be enjoying herself. Me- shown pretending to look at the camera.
Our server, Samantha, (Who was a little under dressed I might add) turned out to be a professional douchebag handler. …She didn’t tell me that persay. However, I told her I was going to call her “Sam” and requested that she get her picture taken with me for no reason, and she pleasantly agreed, so I knew something was odd. Normally I would expect that she would act all creeped out and then spit in my food, but, when I saw her move on to the next table I could tell she had been professionally trained. The men there were all much older, and much, much more out of shape than we were, making jokes and comments twelve time as lame as anything we said. And she pretended she enjoyed that as well. That’s the mark of a bonafid pro. Kind of America’s Geishas really. Geishas in hot pants.
So, anyway, then we went back to the 7th Street Entry for the United Way show. It was odd because it was a 5pm show. Rock The Cause had asked us to play, when the United Way asked them for help securing acts for their happy hour show. Also answering the call were The Notties. It was a pretty standard deal, we got up there and figuratively showed people a little bit of our butts poking out from our musical hot pants. The crowed figuratively leered at us. …or something like that. But, Maudlin was just getting starting on this fine Friday afternoon.
After we finished our set we raced across the metro to the mall in Minnetonka to the Hot Topic for the last in our series of Hot Topic shows we were playing all over the Twin Cities. If you’ve ever been in a clothing store, and if you’ve ever seen a band play, just put those two things together. All told, by 8pm we had played two different shows. This is earlier than we’ve ever been done playing one show on a Friday night, let alone two. We decided to celebrate.
We went to Scott’s place. …and I forget what we did. I think we went swimming there and listened to the douche from the spare room tell us his favorite vegetable was Cheetos. …I hear this weekend he left a saw on the ground by the pool and Scott stepped on it… Anyway, I’m sure we did some other fun things, and then moved on to the next day. On Saturday we went to Debuque for our third and final show of the weekend.
Dubuque, a city in Iowa, a state adjacent to several other states no one has heard of.
Dubuque is Jason’s home land. A vintage river town on the banks of the Mighty Mississippi, she sports more idiots on water craft than imaginable, and we were three of them. Jason’s mom was also turning 60, and we participated in a surprise party. Our show was at The Silver Dollar Cantina. The manager, Michelle is a kindly spunky lady who was desperately in need of smokes when we arrived. I helped her out by running to the oke dokee- some kind of inbred gas station chain- I was instructed to by her menthols. She smokes them, even though they’re awful, because then no one wants to bum smokes from her. A wise woman.
Priscilla standing on Jason's parent's house boat
Our pals in Little Man opened up the show while the staff laid gifts of fish tacos in front of us. …it was a brave move to put fish in tacos, combining two foods that have the same sexual innuendo attached to them… When it was our turn to play Jason got a little nervous because his mom was there, but she loves him unconditionally, so he lucked out. He also performed a few rare Jason Nelson originals as an encore to our performance.
The following day we went back out on the river. Given my track record with watercraft, you can guess that I nearly died. Fortunately you have to hit something harder than water to cause permanent damage. Also, urine washes out of swim trunks quite easily, so no irrevocable damage was done to anything other than my pride.
Priscilla eating on Jason's parent's house boat.
Then we drove home. That was two weeks ago I think… June 27th. And the next week Priscilla and I were scheduled to take a trip to the wild west, which we did, but I need to start a new blog for that…
David
"I'll have the breakfast buffet and a quart of oil" ...only in Iowa. ...This is a picture from the dining area of Marina Restaurant.
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