Suzy Says

Part II

Though delighted to exit the cab, we were discouraged to see the length of the line of would-be ticket buyers outside the club. The line, in the manner of most lines, such as those inevitably found at post offices and airports, moved exceedingly slowly, if at all. We decided that the worst case scenario was that we wouldn’t get in and then we’d just go to our room at the swanky Holiday Inn and get room service (I love room service) and watch bad TV and giggle. But the powers that be took pity us on us, and at last we reached the door, where we were carded (!) and then allowed inside to buy tickets.

The tickets took the form of red hospital bracelets. Megan told me that in the hospital, these have the patients’ allergies written on them. I said she should write BOREDOM on mine. She said I should write OD’s on hers (she says they’re the worst ER patients ever, what with the puking and screaming and other attractive character traits). She went and bagged a table, and I went and bagged the first of far too many Cosmos.

Yay! We were less than an hour away from Blackalicious. Or so we thought.

They were scheduled to start at 10, but at 11, there were still miscellaneous guys messing around on stage. Finally, an opening band appeared and starting playing a strange mixture of hip hop and disco. It devolved into pretty much just disco, and then they left and the miscellaneous guys reappeared for an encore of moving things around on stage. We were getting justifiably impatient, and Megan said that if Blackalicious didn’t come on after we finished the most recent round of far too many Cosmos, we should leave. The powers that be once again got off their asses and got Blackalicious off theirs around 12:30. They started playing and we started dancing and it was nothing but fun. As soon as they started, all our annoyance just disappeared as if it never existed. It was the most fun I’ve had a very long time.

Shortly after they started playing, I noticed a familiar fragrance. Someone had wasted no time in firing up a joint, and my sis decided that if they could, she could, so she did. This increased our popularity with the locals, but not with the bouncer, who eventually repo’d it from the guy who had it at the time and then stuck around us for the remainder of the night. I guess bouncers have the ability to identify degenerates without any real evidence.

When the show was over, we were at the very dangerous stage of having had enough to drink that we wanted more to drink. We started hotelwards and passed a quickie mart. Though Megan assured me that quickie marts only have beer in them, I had to go in and see for myself. She was right, and we were saved from ourselves, because neither of us drinks beer. Once we got to the hotel, we had to get the manager to open the door for us with the card key thing since we were pretty uncoordinated at that stage of the proceedings. Also it was 3:30 am.

But we got up in time to catch the 10:15 am bus, though it was in fact the 11:10 by the time we left (is constant tardiness a normal Greyhound quality? Enquiring minds want to know), and guess what? Poetry Guy was on the same bus! We avoided eye contact and headed for the back of the bus as fast as we could. The fun was over. But it was all worth it.