"Ah, Miss Twotone, it's so nice to see you tonight. Your usual table?"
I just look at him, not muttering a word.
"In the back, in the corner, in the dark, Yes?!", he asks. "....'close to the music, but not too close'. A single candle? Yes?!"
Once seated, I ordered the same thing I always order; Alcohol, Ice Cream, and Bunny Slippers.
I even had them put a few small palm tress around my booth (I was ready to party!)
The band played the blues.
The band always played the blues.
My table wasn't so much the standard set-up. I had a big, fluffy, love seat, read in color. Next to that stood a small table. And around me were pillows. Lots and lots of pillows.
I was having a Pity Party.
-And, I planned on being there for a while.
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Tammy TwoTone
Smile and wave, boys.
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Why the Pity Party? Don't you have a show one of these weeknights? Like maybe this past Tuesday?
There are some nights when you do so badly that you just want to crawl under a rock and die. My performance last Tuesday was one of those.
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