random night at the jazz cafe

About two weeks ago I went to open mic night at this bar in my hometown. Now trust me, I was having a wonderful night that night, joking, giggling, flirting, being a complete asshole - per usual - but I still had time to formulate some necessary thoughts in my head. Which led me to the story I'm about to retell.

My ex dated this chick who is the type of girl that morphs into the "picture perfect" girlfriend depending on what her man is into. If her guy likes photography, so does she. If her guy is a buff athletic dude, of course she hits the gym five times a week and spray tans incessantly. So this chick is there.. and I guess she's now dating a keyboardist. This was my message to my ex. (This is basically for my own benefit so that I don't lose it in the folds of facebook. Note, names have been changed, and ignore the spelling errors.*)


So I have this story that involves Mary and its not funny or mean it just is a story. but i don't wanna forget it while its fresh in my memory.. so your the one whos gonna hear it since u know her.

so i assssummmee she is dating a dude in a band that plays at the jazz cafe. i see her tonight, we both clearly know each other but each pretend like we don't to "save face". here nor there. so there is this two man band on stage at open mic night. one fro'd dude on the drums and mary's man (i think) on the keyboard. they are playing music straight out of Garden State, except more drug enhanced. its like electronic lsd'd white album type of shit that marilyn manson's cronies would listen to right before they kill a bunch of famous people related to roman polansky.

so the 2 person band is on stage and it went from like jam-bands classic rock, even dmb style music, and turned into the type of music hipsters play right before they eat a bunch of E and dance with little arm gestures but very rhythmic and vivacious footing. and there is miss mary herself, sitting next to her inspired boy/fuck guy, on the piano stool. she isn't playing music, but she's reallllll into it, like shes never heard sound before this night.

so my friend starts making fun of her to me. he's sayin how she basically is up there so everyone in the audience knows like "yeah, i'm fucking this keyboard player- i'm the shit". so i start giggling, clearly knowing you guys were in love. but then mary gets even more into it. just at the pinnacle moments of the radiohead/postal service wannabes song, mary just starts groovin to the music. her heads bobbin up and down as she slowly actually, physically mimics the way she appears to everyone else- as a deusche - and i start laughing because my friend then goes: yeah, now shes showing everyone like "what, yeah! this is how i suck my keyboard boyfriends dick at night"

maybe it was funnier if u were there. but it was a real treat for me. even if you can't picture it, just take my word for it.