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| Kilt Boy, Me & The Groupie |
| 03.18.05 (2:12 pm) [edit] |
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Okay. We'll try this again. Since "Kilt Boy" (aka K.B.) was playing at a pub 2 miles away from my house, I figured that I should venture out and at least make an appearance. This was the first (and last) time I'll step foot in the place... I walked in the door and immediately made eye contact wtih K.B. He smiled and tipped his fiddle. Of course he was in his kilt with full regalia wearing that stupid Tam (beret-like hat with a big red pom-pom on it). His face is somewhat round, so the Tam is not very flattering. (He's a pretty cute guy and looks hot in the kilt but the Tam kills it.) The pub is packed. No place by the bar and no tables available, so I position myself against the back wall. I feel like a fish out of water. Why, you ask? Well, everyone was at least 20 years older than me. And even though I was dressed casually, I didn't come close to such ensembles as a rather 'rotund' 65-ish man in white boxers with "Kiss my Irish Ass" on the seat, a (too) tight white tshirt, green suspenders, green elf shoes and those springy antennae headband thingys. Then it started. Every 10 minutes or so, a man old enough to be my grandfather would come up to me and offer to buy me a drink or ask me to dance. (A jig? I think not!) I would politely decline. Two were a little too 'persistent' and 'friendly'. I quickly moved my 'Emergency Wedding Band" to my left hand and advised further Incomings that I was here watching my "husband" play. K.B. walked over and 'serenaded' me with his fiddle a few times. It was a nice touch but I didn't need everyone in the bar wondering what was up. (But it did support my 'husband' comment to the Incomings.) His playing was good - he's a talented musician - played the bagpipes, banjo, fiddle, guitar. (Voice was a little off - and he did a few songs with a pseudo-Irish accent that made me laugh). He's a great entertainer. When K.B. finished playing, we were talking a bit. Some girl came up to him and asked what K.B. had on under his kilt. (ugh). She got really touchy with him. (A groupie!) I felt bad for her because he was sort of ignoring her. He mentioned the Celtic Festival next month and asked me if I would go with him. He told me I looked fabulous (sweet even if it was a lie) and made a few suggestive comments. The look on her face was apparent disappointment. She kept trying to jump in the conversation. The owner of the pub summoned K.B. over to pay him, meanwhile the groupie is trying to grill me for the 411 between K.B. and myself. "How long have you known him?" "Where did you meet?" I finally looked dead-on at her and said "We are friends. Nothing more - okay?" She got a little huffy but I wasn't digging her vibe. (She was welcome to him) Then KB packed up his gear and walked me out to my car, gave me a hug and sent me on my way. I bet he went back inside and worked on The Groupie since he wasn't getting any action from me. Poor girl. |
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 03.18.05 (12:00 pm)
LOL, Scuba you have a way with a story girl!!
posted by: Roxgirl (reply)
post date: 03.18.05 (9:19 pm)
It always amazes me how women just throw themselves at musicians!
What if he played the harmonica? Would she still be into finding out what's under that kilt? LOL
Glad you had fun despite the "incomings" and such!
posted by: riverrat338 (reply)
post date: 03.18.05 (11:24 pm)
sounds like she was a "Gropie" instead of a groupie.
posted by: angiekruger (reply)
post date: 03.19.05 (3:56 am)
wow. now i'm really looking forward to going to the st patty's party downtown today lol. i wonder if i can find one of those "kiss my irish ass" t's
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