Ego Boosts

January 12th, 2007 at 4:10 am by Mark
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     According to the rules of “Pirate Chicks” (I don’t date and/or do Pirate Chicks) I stay in line.  Mind you, those were my own rules, if for nothing else than to cut down on drama.  I love those girls, and I’ll stand up for any one of them at any time for almost any reason.
     Some conditions do apply — they make their own rules, and can make their own mistakes, and take their own consequences.  But I’d like to think we all know each other well enough that no lines will ever be crossed.  We do what we need to do, and we respect each other enough to step on one anothers’ toes.
     I like that.  It’s friendship.  It’s what we do.
     My Pirate Chicks.
     Cuz I’m possesive like that, and hey, like the Pirate Princess said, I was Pirate enough to Hijack the booty …

We are Mark’s Pirates because he said we are.  He sought out the treasure in true Pirate form and laid claim to the booty.  (In a manner of speaking, of course.  LOL  We all know you don’t date Pirate Chicks, Mark.)   All treasure is not silver & gold, mate.  Some things are better and worth a whole lot more.

     But, there’s this guy, Marty Ray.  He’s the one who brought the whole “Pirate” thing together with an annual Pub Crawl, complete with a designated driver (on a bus, with lots of Jell-O Shooters).
     Thanks, Marty Ray.
     He’s real Karaoke Afficianado.
     It’s not your plain-jane, “Hey, we gonna sang some sheeyit!” Karaoke.  Instead, he plays “popular” music in between, and pretty much keeps the crowd entertained.
     Tonight, I went to one of his shows, propagated by the ass, errrrrrrr, girl, in my Flirting 101 blog… (Ed – Sam: Yeah, that deserves a slap.  Oh, Baby!)

      I had a good time, actually.  I didn’t expect that.

      When I got there tonight at 10PM, the place was a little empty.  A few college kids, not much going on in general.
     But by 11:30PM, there was a line out the door.
     You sit around, being “old,” and just kinda watch for a while.  You have a laugh at the guys “trying” to hit on girls and getting slapped in the face.  You have a laugh at the girls swaggering out the door (even though they’ve been drinking Coca Cola all night) with the object of their affection.
     You have a laugh, basically, at the whole, “Been there, done that, and you are certainly a dumbass!” of it all.
     But I found that every ten minutes or so, some hot young thing would come up and ask me, “What am I drinking?” and I’d tell her how, regardless of that fact that she hates gin, she’d enjoy a Gin & Tonic the way I make them.  I’d instruct the bartender, and she’d love it, and pretty much offer me anything I desired.
     Else, one of them would come up and rub my closely shaven head, and tell me how sexy I am.
     Or, one of them would come up and just ask me, straight out, “Are you going home alone tonight?”

      When you’re old enough to be their father, that kinda crap just seems … weird.  And that’s a good thing.
     Then again … It’s a serious ego-boost to know that I’m still sexy at my age.
       But all in all, it certainly feels good to hear all these young kids singing along to the songs you know.   It also feels good to know that they’re making some of the same dumbass mistakes you made when you were their age.

     For all the stupidity of the night, I had a damn good time.

     I even gained a little faith in the future.
     I mean, at least they’re not fighting each other like we did…
     Maybe they will be a better generation…

     Certainly, they know how to make an “old man” feel pretty damn good by asking him to take them home.

     Especially after they’ve been drinking Coca Cola all night.


6 Responses to “Ego Boosts”

  1. DJ Marty Ray Says:

    See Mark us old boys aint done yet…did you notice the lack of drama while you were noticing the lack of inhabitions…see it really is about being there for a good time and accepting you for who you are and not for what you could be…DAD…welcome to my world that never grows up…glad you had a great time.

  2. Mark Says:

    Ahhh, no, actually. There was drama, too. Some girl confided that was gonna kill another girl, who’d told her brother, on his birthday, that she wasn’t in love with him and he’d tried to kill himself.

    *shakes head*

    That’s drama, and it counts. 😉

    But yeah — that was one in … like … 20? *snicker* The three minutes, forty-five seconds of dealing with that certainly didn’t ruin the night.


    I don’t see how either one of you consider yourself “old”. Your only as old as you are in your heart. Glad ya had a great time Mark. Now maybe you can understand why we act like the idiots we are when we’re together…it feels damn good when a youngan wants ya…lmao!

  4. Monty Says:

    “Your only as old as you are in your heart.”

    HAH! That’s a good one. Next time a 20 year old girl asks one of us old guys how old we are, we should video tape her expression. Priceless. It’s also equally inyeresting that when you straight up lie, they don’t know. It’s all an affectation. Perception.

    Ever shoot fish in a barrel? It ruins a perfectly good barrel and makes a terrible mess, and then you can’t even eat the fish… But then, I watched that episode of Myth Busters and I know it depends on the caliber of the gun and the depth of the barrel really, but that’s beside the point.

  5. Mark Says:

    *shrug* The higher the velocity, the more it shatters when it hits the water.

    Sounds like a perfect allegory to me. 😉

  6. Sweet Pirate Diva Says:

    You boys….. old?? What exactly is the age when one would be considered old?? For that matter, is age really a real thing??? Age is relative, especially when you have a bunch of buck wild friends around.
    As long as I have friends like that, I can only assume I’ll never get old.