Last Night to Smoke in Madison
One of the best things about moving to California is that they don't allow
smoking in bars. Whenever I head back home for a visit, I am rudely reminded
that a night at the local watering hole means that you're going to reek of smoke
when you get home. After years playing shows exclusively at smoky bars, my
poor accordion has a permanent stench of smoke. I actually have to wear a
dirty shirt when I practice because the smell rubs off.
Anyway, on July 1st, Madison officially made their bars smoke free. Of course
that called for special celebration on June 30th, so Little Sister, her friend Taryn,
Dave, and I went to the smokiest bars possible to better appreciate the glorious
fresh air that was soon to come. First we headed to the Slipper Club to see the
weekly cabaret.
Here I am getting into the mood of the evening, having my once yearly cigarrette.
So gross.
The cabaret had a girl dressed up like a cigarette (hence the red wig) handing
out free smokes for the evening. My strained look in this picture should serve
as a warning to all children (especially those I see in clinic who may stumble
upon this website) that smoking is not cool.
Little sister had never had a smokey treat in her entire life (don't be fooled,
though, she is definitely not an innocent) so she decided to try a few puffs. No
luck on the first try...
...Taryn gives a few pointers on how to properly exhale...
... there's a little whisp of smoke there, but still room for improvement...
...winding up for the big event...
... Ahhh, delicious smokey goodness.
PS- Mom, if you're reading this, don't worry. None of your children smoke.
You done good teaching us right from wrong.
Dave and I prove that second-hand smoke leads to second-hand coolness (as
seen in the Onion.)
At this point in the evening, the cabaret had finished and the Cold Lampin!
started in earnest. I have to admit that things got a little out of hand, even by
my standards. Here things are at a respectable level. If you count, there are 5
pointing fingers in the picture, including 2 from Ellen's friend Katie who was a
first time Cold Lamper... (for the new reader's who our confused by the whole
Cold Lampin' phenomena, please go check out this sites very first entry for an
explanation.)
Uh oh... Big Brother arrives and the train is starting to roll downhill and gain
momentum... 7 extended fingers.
Ellen ups the ante by doing the double "Get-a-load-of-this-fuggin-guy" finger
(with bonus points for anchoring everything off the chin.) ...8 fingers.
Now it's just getting absurd... 10 fingers, and that's not even counting whatever
Dave is trying to pull off.
You cannot stop us, you can only hope to contain us... 13 fingers if you count the
double bunny ears (a very advanced move from the supposedly inexperienced
Katie.) I have to say that this is a wholly unacceptable amount of Cold Lampin'!
People could have gotten hurt with such recklessness.
Disgusted by the wanton excess around me, I called a moratorium on Cold
Lampin' and said that this picture would be the last pose of the evening...
...the last pose, that is, until we saw a guy at the Paradise Bar that looked
exactly like Sammy Hagar (of VH fame) and asked for a picture.
Ellen then ran over and said she found a guy who looked "Exactly like a white
Snoop-Dogg" (um.. not really) and wanted a picture.
We all got in the spirit though...
...including the random guy on the right.
After the celebrity sightings at the Paradise we headed to Ian's Pizza for some
late-night food. Unfortunately they were out of the Bar-B-Que Pork pizza which made
Ellen a little...
CRABBY!!!
Taryn and Dave got in a very involved conversation...
...that apparently required lots of hand gestures.
Meanwhile I scored an over-the-shoulder shot of some poor guy who passed
out while eating his pizza.
After stuffing ourselve's with delicious pizza, we headed outside to be confronted
by two extremely intoxicated girls sitting on the curb who were showing a huge
amount of plumber's crack. The only acceptable course of action was to pose for
a picture... (Super-special bonus points to Ellen for the flex-down pose. That is
why I love my sister so.)
PS- Sorry again mom, we really are good kids though.
smoking in bars. Whenever I head back home for a visit, I am rudely reminded
that a night at the local watering hole means that you're going to reek of smoke
when you get home. After years playing shows exclusively at smoky bars, my
poor accordion has a permanent stench of smoke. I actually have to wear a
dirty shirt when I practice because the smell rubs off.
Anyway, on July 1st, Madison officially made their bars smoke free. Of course
that called for special celebration on June 30th, so Little Sister, her friend Taryn,
Dave, and I went to the smokiest bars possible to better appreciate the glorious
fresh air that was soon to come. First we headed to the Slipper Club to see the
weekly cabaret.
Here I am getting into the mood of the evening, having my once yearly cigarrette.
So gross.
The cabaret had a girl dressed up like a cigarette (hence the red wig) handing
out free smokes for the evening. My strained look in this picture should serve
as a warning to all children (especially those I see in clinic who may stumble
upon this website) that smoking is not cool.
Little sister had never had a smokey treat in her entire life (don't be fooled,
though, she is definitely not an innocent) so she decided to try a few puffs. No
luck on the first try...
...Taryn gives a few pointers on how to properly exhale...
... there's a little whisp of smoke there, but still room for improvement...
...winding up for the big event...
... Ahhh, delicious smokey goodness.
PS- Mom, if you're reading this, don't worry. None of your children smoke.
You done good teaching us right from wrong.
Dave and I prove that second-hand smoke leads to second-hand coolness (as
seen in the Onion.)
At this point in the evening, the cabaret had finished and the Cold Lampin!
started in earnest. I have to admit that things got a little out of hand, even by
my standards. Here things are at a respectable level. If you count, there are 5
pointing fingers in the picture, including 2 from Ellen's friend Katie who was a
first time Cold Lamper... (for the new reader's who our confused by the whole
Cold Lampin' phenomena, please go check out this sites very first entry for an
explanation.)
Uh oh... Big Brother arrives and the train is starting to roll downhill and gain
momentum... 7 extended fingers.
Ellen ups the ante by doing the double "Get-a-load-of-this-fuggin-guy" finger
(with bonus points for anchoring everything off the chin.) ...8 fingers.
Now it's just getting absurd... 10 fingers, and that's not even counting whatever
Dave is trying to pull off.
You cannot stop us, you can only hope to contain us... 13 fingers if you count the
double bunny ears (a very advanced move from the supposedly inexperienced
Katie.) I have to say that this is a wholly unacceptable amount of Cold Lampin'!
People could have gotten hurt with such recklessness.
Disgusted by the wanton excess around me, I called a moratorium on Cold
Lampin' and said that this picture would be the last pose of the evening...
...the last pose, that is, until we saw a guy at the Paradise Bar that looked
exactly like Sammy Hagar (of VH fame) and asked for a picture.
Ellen then ran over and said she found a guy who looked "Exactly like a white
Snoop-Dogg" (um.. not really) and wanted a picture.
We all got in the spirit though...
...including the random guy on the right.
After the celebrity sightings at the Paradise we headed to Ian's Pizza for some
late-night food. Unfortunately they were out of the Bar-B-Que Pork pizza which made
Ellen a little...
CRABBY!!!
Taryn and Dave got in a very involved conversation...
...that apparently required lots of hand gestures.
Meanwhile I scored an over-the-shoulder shot of some poor guy who passed
out while eating his pizza.
After stuffing ourselve's with delicious pizza, we headed outside to be confronted
by two extremely intoxicated girls sitting on the curb who were showing a huge
amount of plumber's crack. The only acceptable course of action was to pose for
a picture... (Super-special bonus points to Ellen for the flex-down pose. That is
why I love my sister so.)
PS- Sorry again mom, we really are good kids though.
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