What you see around you
The band ripped through a cover of the Romantics, "What I Like about You" on a warm summer evening at the microbrew beer festival. Four bands, 30 beers (and $18 cover and a buck a beer) and people were everywhere on the backyard of the deli.
I like to people watch.
No, I am not a voyeur; I derive no sexual pleasure from the act.
I am simply a student of the human condition.
And I don't miss much.
Like the little kid in the lawn chair - he must have been all of 4 - strumming his guitar along with the band. Embolden, he strode to the dance floor with his guitar, and started to dance.
Or the kid who was just itching to fight. He got into a pissing match with a guy bigger than he was on who was going to move first to get through the crowd. The other guy just laughed and stepped aside.
OK, some have sexual overtones; not for me, but what people are willing to do when they've had a few and the music is really good:
Like the tall young woman in the back dress and heels; she stood at least six-foot, five-inches. And standing next to her was her boyfriend(?) who is all of five-foot, eight-inches and he's squeezing her ass cheek like a ripe tomato.
Or the guy who had his hand inside the back of his date's skirt, moving his fingers down the crack of her ass (we couldn't miss it; we were standing right behind them in the beer line).
Or the girl lying on a blanket, and her two young girlfriends who kept walking over her, bent over, shaking their butts in her face.
Beer does crazy things to people.
I like to people watch.
No, I am not a voyeur; I derive no sexual pleasure from the act.
I am simply a student of the human condition.
And I don't miss much.
Like the little kid in the lawn chair - he must have been all of 4 - strumming his guitar along with the band. Embolden, he strode to the dance floor with his guitar, and started to dance.
Or the kid who was just itching to fight. He got into a pissing match with a guy bigger than he was on who was going to move first to get through the crowd. The other guy just laughed and stepped aside.
OK, some have sexual overtones; not for me, but what people are willing to do when they've had a few and the music is really good:
Like the tall young woman in the back dress and heels; she stood at least six-foot, five-inches. And standing next to her was her boyfriend(?) who is all of five-foot, eight-inches and he's squeezing her ass cheek like a ripe tomato.
Or the guy who had his hand inside the back of his date's skirt, moving his fingers down the crack of her ass (we couldn't miss it; we were standing right behind them in the beer line).
Or the girl lying on a blanket, and her two young girlfriends who kept walking over her, bent over, shaking their butts in her face.
Beer does crazy things to people.
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