Intoxicating Moments

We're quiet people.
As a general rule extraordinary things do not happen to us,
and we are not the type to go looking for them.
-Morag Joss
"Half Broken Things"

On the night of May 28, 2009, I remember being a bit ‘tipsy’ from the luscious wine after a wonderful dinner in San Sebastian, Spain at a most fantastic restaurant called AKELARE. I will write more about AKELARE in tomorrows’ blog.

Today, I just want to concentrate on the silly tune I heard while in the taxicab back to our Hotel Maria Cristina. I had never heard it before and it just made me laugh. It’s called “Cincinnati Dancing Pig”.

Imagine being a tad drunk and hearing this tune. It was like I was transported to a farm and hearing authentic pig sounds. It was quite funny to me at the time. I love the song even more now because it takes me back to that lovely night and the taxicab back to the beach side Hotel in Spain. Have you ever heard it before? It’s from 1950 by some chap named Red Foley but I believe Tennessee Ernie Ford has done his own rendition of it:
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=cincinatti+dancing+pig&docid=1136696820254&mid=EF6EFC3D0994AB7AFEE6EF6EFC3D0994AB7AFEE6&FORM=VIVR16#

Sing-A-Long…here are the lyrics to 'Cincinatti Dancing Pig':

Cincinnati dancing pig
He's the barnyard mister big
Cincinnati dancing pig
with his riggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy jig-a-jig-jig!

Children yell and clap and sing
When he does his buck and wing,
Cincinnati dancing pig
with his riggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy jig-a-jig-jig!

Dancing bears and kangaroos
have a lot on the ball,
but until you dig that remarkable pig
You ain't seen nothin' at all!

From Duluth to Birmingham
He's the pork chop Dapper Dan,
He's the keenest ham what am,
Cincinnati dancing pig
with his riggedy jiggedy jig-jig-jig!


Twenty-five years ago today:

August 3, 1984
Friday

I surprisingly received complements galore about my simple white shirt and tie with gray and black colors today. I accompanied Bobbie Renbarger to Emporium when some strange guy came up to me and said, “Hey, I like your tie, where did you get it?”
At first I thought he was just openly ‘coming on to me’. I couldn’t be sure.

Bobbie finished up with her cosmetic purchase and we left. We ate our lunch outside on this beautiful San Francisco day.

I met Karyn Kossoff after work at Third & Folsom. We decided to skedaddle over to “The Cadillac Bar” for two vodka gimlets. Time passed and we had about three White Russians at a place called “Raggs”. We finally figured out (by the third White Russian) that our waitress must be a transsexual (or transvestite). We kept on with our ‘Pebbles and Bamm Bamm’ laughter, getting to know one another better. It was so much fun.

PHOTO: A transvestite sighting I
saw in NYC on May 19, 2009
They've come a long way...
Karyn and I moved on to a place called “Barnaby’s” where our co-worker, Ryan Hargrave, happened to be. Ryan was nice enough to buy our first round of drinks. He is way too cool. I like him (despite his sexual preference). Besides, if I were drunk enough...Ryan and I could...?

It was a surprise to see Helen (not Helen Wong—another Helen) with Carol (at the bar).
“I want to be sure and dance with you,” said Helen, looking straight at me.
I smiled as she fought to not slur her words.

Instead, Karyn and I went out on the dance floor (after we were half-way through our Long Island Iced-Teas). Eventually, we went outside to ‘cool off’. When we went back inside both Ryan and Helen had vanished. Oh well…such is life.

It was clear that both Karyn and I were somewhat “wasted” by the end of the night. We ended up getting lost until we finally found the BART station. Karyn is quite touchy feely (and I quite like it).
“I notice how sometimes you pull away,” Karyn remarked.
Well, she is right. She is too touchy! I like it—then again, I don’t because I am not sure that she is ‘the one’.

I got the impression that she was proposing the idea of coming with me via BART to my Fruitvale Station stop, etcetera. Perhaps it is my imagination. Does she just want to f—-k with me? I cannot do it with her even if I did go with the flow. It does not feel like the right time for it...yet. Shit. Oh well, she was as drunk as I was…and as I am writing this at this very moment.