The Story Continues…
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“Well Shonnie, was nice of your friend to introduce us. Did y’all come here together?”
“Yeah, we come here two, three times a week.”
“I didn’t catch her name.”
“Layla.”
(Well, I guess that fits, I thought.)
“See seems very nice,” I lied.
“She’s a good friend. We work together.”
“I see. Do you need a fresh drink?”
“Uh, yeah I do. Thanks.”
I managed to get the attention of one of the Serving Wenches.
“Shonnie, what ya drinkin’”
“Jack and coke,” she said. (A kindred spirit. Well, if you remove the coke, but what the hell, right?)
To the waitress I said, “For the Lady a Jack and Coke, and for me a shot of Beam and a Heineken.”
“OK. Be right back with that. Wanna run a tab?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
The band started up with “You Look So Good In Love” (George Strait)
“(I knew I could manage a slow dance and that was about it. My Two-Step resembles a blind turkey caught in a rain storm)”
This cracked me up!
And I could teach you to dance to Cotton Eyed Joe. It’s easy once you get it down – it’s the same motions over and over again until your legs fall asleep!
That was a surprise twist!
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Hahha.
Yes. Your assumption is correct.
Thanks Anne for reading.
Cheers,
Lance
You are something! I am assuming that Shonnie was not one of the four women you made “honest?”
Thank you so much.
Sorry for the tardy response.
Your visits and comments are appreciated.
Cheers,
Lance
And the saga continues … I shall be back for more.
Hehehehe!
Tap away my friend.
😉
Very happy you liked the story.
Shonnie was…. something else indeed.
Peace,
-Lance
CAN’T wait for the next chapter, Mr. Marcum 😉 Gotta love a woman who gets right to the point!! (Though I enjoy “tapping the glass” occasionally, too!)
Democrats! What can you say? At least Ronnie kinda ducked (he got hit anyway, but he lived to torture us another day)
Hahahahaha. Guess I got no use for either party.
I am gonna duck now.
Lightning bolt coming my way…
BAM!!!
Damn! But that was close!!!
“Sucker! Ya missed! Again! Have another go!”
Lance, That Guy Havin’ more fun than allowed.
Damn it! I warned him about that! “JFK,” I said, “if anyone ever fires a high powered rifle at you, DUCK!” Damn him for not taking me seriously!
He didn’t duck.
President Kennedy is dead???? What happened????
Here is a Fun Fact: I just realized that it was four in the morning and President Kennedy was dead! Sleep may be an option…
Good stuff. Can’t wait to read more. Cowboys, drinking, infidelity and Chaucer. Can’t go wrong there!
My pleasure Friend.
A very good story. I like those honest and direct woman. Good song and dance can lead to good places. Thank you for sharing the outstanding story.
Too true My Friend
Cheers
Haha!
Yeah, I know
😉
I had a pretty good idea that you were in the separated category when this event wound down, or you wouldn’t have been out there alone in the first place, Lance.
😀 I was just tapping your glass, man.
“Cali” was just some vernacular I threw out there for the Neophytes.
Certainly, you understand. I would never use it in plain speech.
There was no fucking in Diego, but actually, was / will, maybe…be the better story.
I suppose… stay tuned.
Cheers,
Lance
“Cali”? Tourist.
Great story, mang. Much better than Diego Garcia so far. 🙂
😀
‘Armadillo by Mornin’
😉
O’ course!
Love and Happiness!
Cheers!
I won’t even try to imagine. 😉
Can’t wait to read the next one. 🙂
I must assume you liked it.
Thank you Teela.
Trust me: it gets weird after this installment.
Cheers,
Lancers
Rolling on the floor laughing my fuckin’ ass off!!!!!!!!!
You do tell the best stories and this one has to rank up there with one of my favorites. Never expected that ending. Priceless. The song “save a horse, ride a cowboy” holds a whole new meaning for me now.
😀
Thank you Friend.
I’m just the messenger.
And for the record:
My ‘wife’ and I were separated.
That means I did not cheat, yah?
Jes sayin’…
Caint speak for Shonnie yet, but I will.
Thank you for your visit and for your comment.
Cheers,
Lance, Erstwhile Cowboy.
Life was like that, Lance. Looking forward to part three, cowboy.