do old bluesy men use roofies?

i've missed home so much. and now there's a super sexy someone here who makes it that much better. last night was hilarious:

he took me to some local venue for "Blue Monday" where all of these old folks in cowboy hats, fur, and jeri curls were out to listen to some good music. the stuff actually sounded good and i was enjoying myself in my little red dress.

my boy man was having a good time too, but some of the folks there who knew him basically pulled him up on stage to play Bass, which was cool--FOR HIM. i was in the back of the house with some guy who was easily twice my age. after a moment he asked me, "Is that man your husband?" i told him no. wrong answer, because the man told me that he's an artist and he wants to do my picture... weird. i know that i looked young--how sure was he that i was actually legal?! some men are very questionable.

so my mister comes back thankfully, and then guess what? everyone wants him to sing! i didn't mind it because i like his voice a lot, too. so he does and it was me back alone with the creeper. mr. creepy had gone and come back with two hot dogs. he said that he couldn't eat both of them in time for his performance and offers me one. i tell him no and i guess that he gets offended because he says "Your man ain't going to mind! There's nothing wrong with it!" well, i didn't accuse him of such. that's not creepy, AT ALL! a hot dog roofie incident is not the way i'm trying to go out.

and some random guy walked by greeting folks and stops at me and tells me that i'm absolutely beautiful, which was unexpected but tastefully done. relief, right? and then some man was watching me twist my hair up and told me to leave it down because it looked fine the way it was. i shouldn't have said thanks, because then he asked me how long i had been talking to my guy.. whatthecrap? i'm not even safe when i'm trying to get my hair from itching my neck? i'm never sitting back there again.

so my beau finally gets done singing and i kiss him and asked him did he see all of the unwanted attention i was receiving from onstage. he said yeah; guess it was amusing! i'm going to have to wear a bag over my head or something next time. wear my brothers' clothes, maybe?

yeah, i just thought that this was funny enough to share. can't wait until some ladies are a little too friendly with my mister [not that i could ever blame them; who can resist pretty blue eyes and blond hair?].

later!