The venue was a huge barn-like structure with a bar at one end and a stage at the other. The roof was adorned by large Chinese lanterns and red parasols. Beetlejuice-esque pieces of art such as a giant gnarled hand protruded nightmarishly from the wall. I nursed my ginger beer, tapping my foot.
‘Tramp Stamp is on your team’ said Snazz.
‘Huh?’ I replied, smothering a yawn. It was 10 o’clock and normally I would have been ensconced in my bed with a book for half an hour, not at a gig. We had already had greasy Mexican, frozen margaritas and Spanish hot chocolate, which for me is a night out in itself.
‘You pick ‘interesting’ people to put on each other’s team’ explained Snazz ‘It is mean and shallow but it passes the time.’
‘Well in that case,’ I said, scanning the room ‘Teen Wolf is on yours.’
We had already been through 2 support acts; Village Kid who were fantastic and Ali Towers who grew on me and pissed me off with his one-man band talent.
‘Nana Mouskouri for you’
‘I raise you Ranga Man’
‘Drug aware hoodie’
We could have played the game all night, so varied the crowd was but finally, finally Thirsty Merc took to the stage. Thank god for that because I was already trying to plan my late entrance to work so that I could have a 30 minute sleep-in.
Once they started though, going to bed was the last thing on my mind. Well mostly. That Rai is cute for a dude that looks like a pirate. (Love you husband!) Absolutely electrifying. Tight, accomplished, engaging and rocking. They played one of my favourites as well as a heckler’s request for ‘No Sugar’. Rai threatened that they needed to do an obscure B sides tour, which is what Snazz was bemoaning they should do as the gig she has seen in Bunbury the night before was a little too mainstream for her taste.
It was near 12 when they left the stage for the final time, even though I could have danced and sung for at least 2 hours more. With the house lights on, dazed, deafened, and delighted we made away across the rapidly emptying drink-spilt dancefloor.
‘Hey’ said Snazzy spying a familiar figure as we emerged into the chill night air ‘Teen Wolf is actually kinda cute!’
aha love it – I will have to try that game next time I am out and about. Love a bit of Thirsty Merc, well worth being shit-tired the next day
Fun for all the family!
pirate man’s on your team
Just the way I like it!
a lil birdy told me to say “HEY, You’re on MY team
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but really, drunk scary man is on your team :p
Drunk, psycho dancing couple on your team!
Sweet, I wanna play.
yay – join in – the more the merrier
We call that game ‘that’s your boyfriend’… substitute for girlfriend, mother, grandmother etc depending on gender and age.
I like the sound of that one too Beef
I do not know who Teen Wolf is, but I would want him on my team, cute or not. That guy dunks like a pro.
Yeah, but what if it’s not your basketball team he’s on? It could be like debating or something
Dibs on the parrot
You’re a spaz
I like it.