Well I am not sure what possessed everybody (ok I am pretty sure it had something to do with the consumption of tequila) but after very little reflection everyone agreed to move the party to the Red Light District. Well everyone except Mad Catter, he kinda just shrugged his shoulders and said "whatever," but didn't actually move off the sofa when the rest of us headed for the garage. He may not be a God of Apathy but apparently is in the running for minor deity status.
We all piled into my yellow 1976 Datsun F10 Hatch-back (punishment from the Goddess). A tight fit but I (who had refrained from drinking in front of GC) was the only one in good enough condition to drive. If you thought getting a DUI was bad news in your neck of the woods, you ought to try it in Cirra. ((shudder)) Hudson rode shot gun. Erin, Sherry, and Galloway were in the backseat, Matt rode in the way back, all crunched up under the hatch.
Along the way Hudson used the car phone to invite more Cirrans down to the district, well in between making prank calls to the Pizza parlor. (Things didn't really get ugly until she started prank calling the Goddess from TARTARUS LANDING Bar and Grill.) At first Hudson was being turned down flat by the Cirrans she was inviting, so she changed tactics, she simply pretended she was the Goddess. Rather than reminding her that impersonating a Goddess is a very serious offense, the occupants of the Datsun simply did what any drunk Cirrans would do, egged her on. Soon she had quite the little group promising to meet us.
This is where a small argument arose. Five of us wanted to go to Heidi Leick Oktoberfest Bandstand but Hudson insisted on the Tartarus Landing Bar and Grill. As Hudson had lost all credibility with her threat that Callisto would not be happy if we didn't do what she wanted to do, she actually had to come up with a new incentive, while intoxicated yet. "It's Karoke night," she declared and because everyone was drunk it sounded like a brilliant idea, the vote shifted 5 to 1 in favor of Tartarus Landing.
Hudson decided that because I hadn't drank earlier in the night it was imperative that I "catch up." She began buying tequila shooters for the house, insisting that I do double shots. "Now which is it? I can't recall? Lime, salt, shot?"
MM: Salt, Shot, Lime.
HL: (blank stare)
MM: er, uh....or so I hear.
HL: "Come on!" (pulling us up to the Karoke Stage) "Y-M-C-A!"
In our minds we did a much better rendition that those Village People ever could have thought about. By the end of the evening we were all seriously considering starting our own band, cuz nobody could rock like us! Tho secretly we were all convinced that we would have to dump Matt, mallboy just couldn't hold a tune.
I was too busy counting my imaginary dinars to notice Hudson's first call to the Goddess. "Is your refrigerator running?" "Yes." "Well you better go catch it!" (click)
MM: Go catch what?
HL: (Laughing) Your refrigerator?
MM: (laughing tho I am not sure why, everything just seemed particularly funny tonight)
Within the next few minutes Tartarus Landing was packed. Trancer, Alwheaties, Gene, Darth Skeye, and Mich shared a table not far away.
Sherry: There's Trancer. I wonder where the firefighters are?
MM: Lets not start any of that tonight.
Sherry: (innocently) Me? What? I was merely curious about their whereabouts.
MM: uh-huh.
SunLady, Michael, Shannon, Stephen, and Judge Terror sat at another table.
MM: (thinking: well Sunlady will be getting a lot of business soon once the Goddess gets hold of us...wonder what flowers are suitable for this situation....black? Are there black flowers? I guess she could paint some. I wonder if that would make them flammable...)
Matt: (thinking: well Sunlady will be getting a lot of business soon once the Goddess gets hold of us...wonder what flowers are suitable for this situation....black? Are there black flowers? I guess she could paint some. I wonder if that would make them flammable...)
Ugh twins.
HL: (talking on the phone) Do you have Queen Gabrielle in a can? Well, you had better let her out! (click)
Serge, Wesser, Pandora, and Seraphix are sitting at the bar.
Erin: Do you think Pandora could make some of those little chocolates with liqueur in them?
MM: No.
Dingane, Karen, and Ron sat at a table.
Erin: Look Cirran lurkers.
MM: Shhhh. Quiet. We don't want to scare them away. This is a rare oportunity indeed.
Bello, Tower, Jason, and Jake shared a table not far away.
MM: Look Galloway, big bad warlords.
Galloway: (laughing)
Tower: What was that?
MM: ah, nothing.
HL: She said you guys are very scary.
MM & Galloway: (blank stare)
Bello: Is that right?
MM: oh no no, you misunderstood.
Tower: Are you saying we're stupid?
MM: Well, if the shoe fits. (clasp both hands over my mouth...where did that come from?)
GC: (invisible watching from the corner...oh come now my little bard, you don't think I would miss this opportunity to have a little fun do you?)
Bello, Tower, Jason, Jake: "WHAT?!" (headed toward the bard, et. al.)
MM: (gulp)
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