My Single Mom Life

There was no drama, which surprised many of us. We are all so used to certain individuals starting crap, that when it doesn't happen, we all look at each other and sigh with relief.

We went to the Dopple Decker on 7th Ave in Ybor (pronounced ee-bor) City, formerly known as the Irish Pub.
They had $4 liters of beer and drink specials all night long for our crew of over 30 people.

The music was not what I usually listen to, they played mostly oldies, some Motown, and classic rock. The band was actually very good though.
I can't recall the name of the one Motown song they did right now, (brain fog) but it was perfectly done. They had a young black man on stage playing the trumpet, and he was amazing. Simply amazing.
Often when I hear bands, I listen for several things, the percussion. Having been taught to play drums, I listen for the beat, see if they are keeping the beat in time. I then listen to the guitar and bass, then vocals.
Knowing all that I know about music and pitch, my ear, no matter how loud the crowd may be, tunes out all the ambient noise so I can tune in on the music.
When that trumpet began, I rose from my chair, made my way to the edge of the balcony and looked down. (We were upstairs, a favor to our group)
He played it perfectly. It's killing me right now that I can't remember the name of the song. Stupid vodka.
Another member of our group made his way over too, we seemed to be the only two that appreciated what we were hearing.
Everyone else seemed to be preoccupied with the cheap drinks.
It was flawless. Perfect. Not a single mistake in note or volume. Perfect.

We all then made our way downstairs to the outside patio the club had reserved for us when our crowd reached max capacity upstairs.
It was a beautiful night in Ybor, perfect temp, nice breeze.
A few of us decided to head over to 1603 because a few people wanted new piercings.
Jimmy got his other nipple done, Kimmy got an industrial, and Rich got his one nipple stretched.
Everyone at 1603 was great, treated us really good because of a connection. I love a deal like that.
They have a great selection of artists for tats and piercings, and all types of jewelry.
I finally picked up the nipple shield I had been wanting.
It's pretty.
I also talked to them about scar work and if they did that. They said some of the other artists do it, but I would need to show them the scar, explain my idea, and they would be able to tell if it could be done.
I've been turned down by 4 local artists so far.
I showed my scar to one of the girls there and she said it's looking good, maybe 6 more months of heal time, and we could talk to the artist who works scars.
She didn't think there would be a problem with what I want to do.
I also explained my zipper pull piercing idea to the gal who has the most experience in piercings, and she said it was a great idea, and if we can't find an actual zipper pull piece, they have people who make custom piercings pieces.
Very cool.

We all went back to DD to hang with everyone again, people showed off their new stuff, more drinks were consumed, darts were thrown, Pollo spoke to me in Spanish and Portuguese. I have no idea what he said, but *sigh*, sounds so damn sexy when he speaks...LOL

We called it a wrap around 2am, and Jimmy tried to get away with stealing a bucket and a maracas.
He had purchased a bucket of beer and wanted to keep the bucket. He then tried to swipe the maracas and he would have gotten away with it too if he hadn't started shaking the damn thing drawing attention to himself.
2 bouncers and a band member came after us in the street.
Stupid Jimmy...LOL
They got their stuff back and we went across the street to Roma pizza, home of one of the best pizza in Ybor. It's NYC thin crust. The slices are HUGE and filling. Fast service, great atmosphere. Try it if you ever hit Ybor.
It's directly across from the DD, and right next door to Coyote Ugly.

After that, we all said our goodbyes and made our very long drive home.
It took longer than usual because we had to drop someone off in Town n Country, 15 minutes out of our way, then hit I4 to 275 to come home.
When we crossing over the skyway, Tina's headlights went out.
Only for 4 seconds, but that is 4 seconds too long when crossing the skyway in the wee hours of the morning.
Very scary.
We came home and crashed, Tina and her son Norman left about an hour ago, she's going to have her headlights checked out. Uh, yeah.
Mark is gone with George, and Sebastian is playing video games.
I need food.
Later days.