Planet Rose, a local karaoke bar that never lost it’s tacky 80′s sensibilites, seemed like the perfect Friday spot. Cheetah print carpeting and Zebra upholstered couches lined the room as hipsters belted out their renditions of Bon Jovi’s greatest hits.
In the corner stood a cute blond dancing provocatively to her own beat, hoping to be noticed. Arms wrapped around herself she gyrated toward us. Puzzled by her dance moves and unnerved by her stare I commented, “reminds me of how I use to practice making out in high school… you know like in Happy Days?”
Zombie by the Cranberries now blarred from the speakers as she stood their, confused and unsure. Clearly my sense of humor was lost on her.
An hour later she was back with a microphone in her hand and a song from Chorus Line on her mind. The whole bar began to sing along but for some reason she took issue with me. Annoyed by my voice, she turned around and pushed me. Wanting to avoid anymore trouble I decided it would be best to stop singing along.
When the song ended Rob’s friend Chris decided to boo her. This was a bad move. With trouble in her eyes, evil in her heart and lose wiring in her head our crazed theater major clumsily lunged at me, mushing me in the face.
Now normally this story would end with bloody fists and a visit by the police. But lets be realistic, I could never punch a girl. So instead the bouncer threw her out and I got a juicy blog post. Enjoy.
Note: Skip to the 55 second mark to understand my happy Days reference.
Dude I don’t know about you but when a girl takes it on herself to lay her hands on my face, then she automatically earns her right to combat pay. BTW you meant to say “loose” wiring and the the part in the video you mentioned is at the one minute mark. Ralph Malph is making out with himself.