Love American Style

Well, I had an entirely different plan for my post here today but my sister mentioned that I called her in an inebriated state. I had all of two and half glasses of wine, but I'm getting ahead of myself here.

Ichabod and I decided to go to dinner last night. We headed a couple of blocks over to a little restaurant called One Trick Pony. Just as Ichabod was opening the door I reached up and slammed it back closed.

I had to see the poster that was on the door. It was for a live show that evening hosted by a local indy radio station WYCE. The show that night was going to be Susan Cowsill. I had been a big fan of the Cowsills when I was young. It was a family band, including their mother. Susan was the baby of the family but sang with the rest of the family. They were the inspiration for The Partridge Family. (This link also mentions the group I loved before the Cowsills, the Monkees.) So it seemed funny that Susan Cowsill was going to be in this little restaurant in the middle of Michigan on a Wednesday night.

Well, it was before 6:00 when we got there. I figured she'd probably play around 9:00 or something like that. Someone was going around selling her CDs and shirts. I bought a CD just for the hell of it. When we were almost finished with our meal I finally asked our waitress what time the show was going to start. She said it was going to start at 7:30.

I'd already had two glasses of wine. I usually only have one, but a second one just sounded good. When I realized the show was starting so soon I thought maybe we could just hang around for it. Ichabod and I split one more glass of wine by 7:00.

By then I'd gotten antsy. I didn't feel like hanging around. We decided we'd go home and I'd get my camera. Maybe if I left the flash off I'd be able to get away with taking some pictures.

I knew better, really. Once we left I wouldn't feel like going back again. I didn't know if I'd like her music, I just thought it would be something different to do. So, instead of going back over I called Bucky and told her. Bucky's younger than Susan but that was the one in the Cowsills with whom she identified. They were both the youngest in their families and Bucky was also destined to be into music.

Two and a half glasses of wine does not a drunkard make, though, little sister. I was feeling it but I wasn't slurring my speech or anything. Bucky's just never quit trying to embarrass me. She's been doing that since she could talk and I guess she'll never stop. I suppose I love her anyway. :-)