Chocolate and Corndogs

Our friend Patty got us tickets to this local concert back in February. At first I thought we had mistakenly fallen into Lilith Fair because the biggest demographic in attendance was unmistakably lesbian. They seemed to be there for the headlining act while we were there for the opening act; a group called the Crumpleton’s. Patty is a big groupie for the band so whenever they perform in town, she tries to get a bunch of us to go support them which we did this past weekend. They perform at a local bar called The Jazzhaus, a relatively small upstairs bar with headless naked female bodies cast in plaster all over the walls. Allegedly they were all local subjects. They have an element of creepy and erotic all wrapped up into one and they remind me of something from an episode of CSI.     

The Crumpleton’s play mainly 60’s and 70’s music. I was probably the youngest person there but maaaan, there were some old people gettin’ down with their bad selves! We observed all kinds of bizarre/entertaining behavior but especially so from one lady, approximately late 60’s and her date who were there with a small group celebrating her birthday. She brought in a pan of some sort of food that I thought was pretty odd. Who brings food to a bar? I watched them chow down on what appeared to be brownies and my mind went, “Hmmm….”  Not ten minutes later they were on the dance floor breaking out some moves that thoroughly convinced us that wasn’t just brownies in that pan. A friend of ours couldn’t stand it any longer so he went over to inquire. He said it was the best chocolate cake he had ever had but shortly after, developed a major case of the munchies.

Fast forward to our late night snack which, for me included a lentil bean, feta cheese burger with pickled green beans. Weird but not too shabby and no I didn’t eat any cake. Another friend of ours ordered a corndog that came out looking like it should have been the lead actor in a gay porn movie. Seriously, this thing was so phallic it would have put any man to shame and the poor guy certainly did NOT want to eat it in front of us. The comments of “It’s too big, how do I eat it?” and “Oh my god, it has a head on it!” were too much and none of us could eat because we were choking from laughter.

There is never a dull moment out on the town with this group. Little do they know I write about EVERYTHING and they have no idea how hard I fought the urge to take pictures.

“Uhh… yes, I’d like the corndog. To go, please.”