Dancing with Mr. Brownstone

Big bands, bad hair, booze, and barely covered breasts...that pretty much sums up our Saturday evening. Katharine and I went to The Paradise Lounge in Boston to see the Guns N Roses coverband Mr. Brownstone. We were AS entertained by the people around us as we were by the show we paid good money to see (and by we in this case, I mean Katharine). We got there at 830pm...advertised show time was 9pm. We were 2 of about 10 people in the club at 830...3 guys...they had the hair...they had the band guy t-shirts...and they had large black X's on their hands. They were over 18, but under 21. That would make them about...hmmm...I don't know...maybe 2 years old when Guns N Roses was popular. They probably think that the cover band is the ACTUAL band. More people arrived...time ticked past 10pm...the opening band took the stage. They sucked ass. It was 11pm before Mr. Brownstone arrived to play for us. The crowd had grown. Katharine pointed out the girl to my left who was pouring out of her tiny white top. She also pointed out the couple in the crowd...the girl was wearing an off the shoulder...off BOTH shoulders...shirt. The guy was rubbing her back, while trying to pull the top down at the same time so he could get a glimpse of her goodies. She was drunk...she didn't care. "Can you pass me the scissors so I can make myself a skirt"? That must be what this next girl was asking her friends prior to leaving for the show.

Maybe cutoff skirts are popular now...maybe I'm too old to know this. One guy had so much to drink...he tipped over like a tree in a forest being cleared...fell backwards into the people next to us. And if that wasn't enough...there was the dancing girl...if you want to call it that. Katharine saw this girl in the bathroom and she was trashed...drunk is not a good enough word to describe her...trashed. She was dancing...OK...it was more like having a seizure...but I think she was trying to dance. Double fisting two more beers because she wasn't drunk enough. I looked at Katharine..."she's going to fall"...and she did...but not before she grabbed at her chest as if she were going to rip open her shirt...but fell before she could follow through. Fell into me...I didn't catch her...bump. I guess that's what alcohol does to some people. She's going to feel that in the morning. There were many others...the girl in the plastic pants...the asshole bartender who just stared at you when it was your turn to order. The entertainment was endless and Mr Brownstone was great. They didn't take themselves too seriously with their Guns N Roses "costumes" on...their vocals were near perfect. The people in the crowd...even more perfect for a full evening of entertainment.