Was it a wink or a lazy eye?

Last night Jessica and I skipped our usual Wednesday dance party and headed up north to Flint to see The Sleeping at The Machine Shop. I rolled up to her house at 7, she opens the door and we both go “Aahahhhh oooohmyyyygod!” because…

We’re wearing the same exact outfit…

A trip that could have taken just over an hour took us two and a half because of a little excursion through classic car hell to the bank and then a stop at Taco Bell that was so not right off the highway. I hadn’t eaten there in probably two years and it was still as delicious as I remember.

When we finally showed up at the venue it was like a scene out of Pee Wee’s Big Adventure – bikers everywhere and us feeling super out of place. It felt a little more Sons of Anarchy once we got inside and got comfortable, but for a while there I was preparing to win over the crowd with my table dancing skills.

The Sleeping played and even though it didn’t look like their kind of crowd at all, people seemed into the show because well, they’re awesome.

Post performance we hung out at the bar, getting hit on (as usual) by an awkward drunk guy who tried to buy us drinks, asked me what color my eyes are, and then petted my messenger bag. The bartender called us over to try whipped cream vodka and Vernors – not too bad!

Once the dudes were packed up we hung out outside in this huge patio area. There were a whole lot of drink tickets being passed around and I, of course, was a party animal with my water.

Doug demonstrated multiple times that he can balance a full drink on his head and do a little dance. He thought he got winked at, but Jess shot him down saying, “Was it a wink or a lazy eye?”

The dudes were hilarious and excellent shit-talkers. It pretty much went like this…

INSIDE OUTSIDE, INSIDE OUTSIDE, YOU LOOK LIKE A LESBIAN, I WISH I WAS WEARING PANTS, DRINK DRINK DRINK, SUCK MY BALLS, ARE YOU A REDHEAD? YES, NECKLACE LEGS, NICE BEARD, THOSE DUDES ARE STARING AT YOU, DUDEYOUGUYSROCKED, JIMMY JOHNS – OH I REMEMBER YOU!, WHERE’S YOUR ROBOT, PLEASE DON’T LET THAT BE ME IN 15 YEARS, YOU GUYS MATCH, SUIT + WHITE COWBOY HAT, FUCK YOUR MOTHER, HOTTEST GIRL IN THE BAR, ARE YOU A REDHEAD? NO, NICE BLACK EYE, WE HAVE THE SAME OUTFIT BUT SHE LOOKS LIKE A STRIPPER, DRINK DRANK DRUNK, CAN I GET YOUR NUMBER, IS THAT METALLICA?!, HOW OLD DO I LOOK, SERIAL KILLER, LITTLE ANGELFUCK, GUYS WE GOTTA GO, 5 MORE MINUTES, WHO HAS DRINK TICKETS, THEY’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY.

Around 2:30 the dudes drunkenly piled into the van (where their sober driver was already waiting) and we hopped back on the highway, letting the Descendents carry us home.

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