Last night was a co worker's birthday. There's this hole-in-the-wall irish pub out in Anoka that she frequents, so the Cub Foods gang packed up and shipped out there for a night of guinness and debauchery.
The birthday girl's fiance knew the bar band pretty well. They played an acoustic cover of Gin and juice that was fairly impressive. I asked my friend, the fiance, if they new the best sing along balad anthem of all time, "Tiny Dancer."
They didn't.
This made me sad.
The next thing i know, after a few shots i'm being draged up onto a stage, an acoustic is put in my hands, and i'm told to play Tiny Dancer and help out on backing vocals.
So i played a bar the other night?
The birthday girl's fiance knew the bar band pretty well. They played an acoustic cover of Gin and juice that was fairly impressive. I asked my friend, the fiance, if they new the best sing along balad anthem of all time, "Tiny Dancer."
They didn't.
This made me sad.
The next thing i know, after a few shots i'm being draged up onto a stage, an acoustic is put in my hands, and i'm told to play Tiny Dancer and help out on backing vocals.
So i played a bar the other night?
anonym:
Hehe, debauchery? Sounds like my kind of night. It's cool that you had the guts to play, especially with no warning. Bravo!