The Saturday Evening Gentlemen

Well this weekend was great. It started off with the Disco Biscuits and the MOE concert at the Aragon which was really good. The place was packed. I did not realize how big the Aragon was and how popular Moe is.

That happened to be just the beginning of what would be a ridiculous weekend, mainly because of my Saturday night.

My Friend Pat was in town from New York for what was supposed to be a Bears- Colts Super Bowl, turns out it was neither, oh well, so we met up on Saturday at the old APT. There were a few people over and we were doing the standard chillin listening to music sippin on a couple of beers watching bad TV, or good, depending on your opinion (Elimidate).

We decided the night needed a little something more because it was seeming a little boring. After a few outlandish ideas that were thrown around Al decided talk was cheap and he was actually going to follow through with one of our ideas, so...Martin grabbed the markers and we started making sketches. No one truly knew where this was headed, but Al was not backing down and then the hilarity began.

Al went first and choose the 1980's Mike Ditka/ Coach Dyer mustache in the color black. So I proceeded to use a good old fashion crayola marker and drew to the best of my abilities a mustache on Al. To my amazement it didn't look bad and in fact it looked real from more than 3-4 feet away.

This started a chain reaction next was a fu-manchu with the upper lip missing, I believe it was called the Mick Mars. Then there was the pointy villain mustache, the Yosemite Sam, the pencil thin just above the upper lip, the 1920's barber, a bar code, and a Hitler.

This alone made the night absolutely ridiculous, but the night was just beginning. We decided that it was perfectly normal and definitely socially acceptable to draw mustaches on oneself and therefore we should go out to bars looking like this. So we did.

The first bar, "Louie's Pub: Where Friends Meet", happened to be having
karaoke night which was not not all that surprising because at this particular bar they have karaoke 4-5 times a week.

We all were singing on the mics, talking with complete strangers, dancing and if anyone asked us a silly question such as, "Why do you guys all have drawn on mustaches?", everyone would reply, "what are you talking about", "who has drawn on mustaches", or "Its saturday night isnt it", people were so suprised by the ridiculousness of the situation that they soon didn't know what to do or say so they just stopped asking.

The bar was coming to a close and so for the finale "The Saturday Evening Gentlemen" where called apon to sing Black Water by the Doobie Brothers. I am sure it was the most aweful sounding thing in the world, but hilarious none the less. The night went on, but this is where I departed. Only to wake up and find out that they were not washable markers.

Pictures to come soon, being developed. Here is one off my phone, its Pat with a pencil thin.