I took my little brother to his first music show last night. As we queued to enter the Palladium Ballroom, Wendell was upset when he was told he had to go through a separate line. "Why?" he barked. "Because you're under 21 in dog years," the usher barked back. As a bracelet was fitted above his paw, I explained to Wendell that he would not be missing out on anything. "The sin of alcohol is far greater than the benefit," I told him. "How do you know this?" he asked.
"It is written in the Quran, my brother," I replied. "You have much to learn."
Once inside, I approached the bartender. "We would like two waters -- in bowls," I barked. The bartender appeared perplexed. "Ahem, down here!" I barked. "Oh, sorry, Your Holiness," he stammered, leaning over the bar. "Two water bowls coming right up -- on the house."
5 comments:
Teaching Wendell the benefits of a concert sans alcohol is a mighty task indeed.
Such a wonderful role model you are my husband! When will Wendell be introduced to you pliterha of concubines?
Btw I have met Maude, the store pug at Paper Doll in Chi-town. I had very fun shopping at her store and chasing her around her showroom.
Unfortuantely, Mummy was to cheap to buy the "friend of maude" tshirt for moi. PFT.
Mugsy, my mother loves the Intepol, how was the concert? Were you able to preform on stage like you did with Tool?
my husband what is this? you still at interpol?
They are an excellent live band, Boomer. Very talented musicians.
I did not venture onstage, because young Wendell does not yet have the leg strength to jump so high.
No, Aine, I am in the ayatollah compound.
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