Patton Lee Beaugus | December 6, 2010 12:45pmWhat Louie Wants
Yolanda backed up. “Well, maybe just one more little song, if you're not so loud.” She turned and went to the other end of the bar where I saw her dialing her cell phone. "After all, 'tis the season..."
The ex-Westies sat back down, but kept their eyes on us. Shit, I hated being part of of an 'us'. I like being just me. Being part of this particular 'us' did not look like it was going to be the most fun way to spend my Christmas Eve. Even if I got free beer.
Louie completed the motion, pulling out a microphone. He plugged a wireless gizmo into the big babe’s keyboard like it was something he’d done many times before.
D’Oliya started playing. HiTone made bass bum-bum noises. Molly shook her bracelet like it was a tambourine. Vinnie got out a harmonica.
In Santa Claus
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I want to believe in Santa Claus, I want to believe in Christmas. I want to believe, I want to believe, I want to believe in Christmas. I want to believe in Silent Night, In that little star that shone so bright, I want to believe, I want to believe, I want to believe in Christmas. I want to believe in peace on earth In 3 Wise Men at the Christ child's birth, I want to believe, I want to believe, I want to believe in Christmas. I want to believe in egg nog toasts, In mistletoe, in Dicken's ghosts, I want to believe, I want to believe, I want to believe in Christmas. I want to believe that it's not too late for me to go through the Grinch's fate. I want to believe in that wonderland of Dancer and Prancer and Frosty the Snowman, In brotherhood, an end to all strife I want to believe "It's A Wonderful Life". I want to believe in Santa Claus, I want to believe in Christmas. I want to believe, I want to believe, And that's what I want for Christmas. |
 [rollover pix] Louie ended the song with a tear running down his cheek. The others look proud. People in the bar applauded. Even Kennedy and the ex-Westies. I wondered if these BuddaBings guys were putting me on. Was Ashton Kutchner lurking somewhere at the other end of the bar? If I wasn’t being punk’d, what was going on here? Who were these people? Danny the Manager had walked in the front door while Louie was singing. He came over to the table. "Nice song" He went on to to tell 'us' that there was no singing allowed. “Cabaret Laws” he said. |
“And I’m sorry, but no smoking.”
I looked at Danny with hope. Maybe I’d be saved from these maniacs if we were 86'd. I closed my computer, ready to make my emergency exit.
“Take it somewhere else.” said Danny.
Vinnie acted incredulous, “You are 86ing us?”
Vinnie and HiTone got up and moved toward Danny. HiTone said, “We don’t get 86d. Ever.”
Danny replied, “Well there’s always a first… “
Little Vinnie interrupted, “We are the 86ers.”
I believed him. I hoped Danny did, too. I didn’t want to be anywhere near if he didn’t, but I was trapped in the booth.
Kennedy and boys watched, but did not interfere. They'd kick butt for Yolanda or the day barmaids, but they figured Danny could take of himself.
I mouthed the word, “G-U-N-S.”
Danny didn’t seem to very good at lip reading. Oh, shit!
I seemed to be thinking 'Oh, shit' a lot in the last few minutes. Ho, ho, ho.
