Now the House of Blues is a cool place and all, but I kept hearing throughout the night that there were certain bands that they wouldn’t allow to play there. Interesting if not censoring, but hey they own it and Mickey is a stern taskmaster I’m sure. Now the other issue I have with the venue was that they only had one exit to the outside, which is fine until you have about four hundred people trying like hell to get out. Then you have what we had that night, fights, stampede mentality, all the fun and frolic of a badly engineered exit for a rock concert. Everyone was packed tight, or so I thought, till a guy to my right started throwing blows, and then the crowd opened up quite nicely and he was tackled by a few of the guys in yellow. It took about four minutes, which when your stuck to the people all around you seems like an eternity, and then we were outside. Where I saw the fightin dude heading back for more with his weepy slightly overweight mascara running blonde following in tow. I blurted out “Man! How the hell did he get outside before us man???” and from the guy on my right I hear “He had an escort.” Which started me laughing and nodding my head in agreement.
As I walked to the car I made an acquaintance and he asked about whether I partook of the frop or not. My guess was the tye-dye I was wearing and I was right. So I acquiesced and gave him a ride home as the security was a bit too diligent and around. I drove left, right, right, left, then maybe a right or a left or two afterwards and we were at his house. We chatted and smoked a bit as he had kicked down a nug of his own interplanetary frop and he offered a beer but since I was driving it was a no thank you from me. He asked about the shirt and I told him I was in the biz of making them and broke out my gear. He dug one of the bags I make as he said “Man…it’s like someone bled all over it man…” I had to agree with him because the red was quite bloodalicious and dominant. He bought it (thank ya duder!) and I boogeyed on down the road with a smile on my face.
