More odd adventures
This evening I was walking back up the hill from visiting the Public Market and enjoying a spectacular sunset over the bay. I was feeling good about things, as I had managed to do a good deed while out walking. An old black man was pushing his woman up a very steep hill in her wheelchair, and he was running out of steam. I asked if I might help him, he said sure, and even with two of us pushing it wasn't all that easy to get her safely to the top. Sometimes I really don't know how these people can cope, but they do.
About halfway home a small jazz club/gallery/wine bar I go to had a sign out "Tonight--Free Comedy Show". So I went on home and made dinner, showered and dressed and headed back down the hill to catch the show. I had hoped to get there a little early so I could sit on a couch up on the balcony and avoid ringside banter. No such luck. The place was full when I came in, and the MC says, "You sir, the old gentleman, come right up front." Great, but I guess if you are 30 years older than the next oldest you have to expect some flack. Fortunately, they grew tired of Viagra, Geritol and walker jokes at my expense, and spent most of their time annoying a woman sitting next to me with a very low cut dress and boobs about the size and shape of muskmelons.
Some of the comics were really good and I laughed a lot. Toward the end a heckler dressed in an East German Army Uniform showed up. It got zanier and zanier from there. A guy with a very fancy waxed moustache was introduced as the “2007 world champion free-style moustache contest winner, crowned in London England.”
When the show was over I happened to leave as he did, so we walked up the hill together. He talked about being the World Champion Free Style Moustache Champion. I could tell that this was a big win for him, maybe the high point of his life. I kept expecting that he would at least feign some sort of ironic distance, but it didn't happen. This would be about like Dr. Enders telling about how it felt to get the Nobel Prize for cultivating the polio virus. He said people took his picture every day. I could understand the appeal of this, as no one takes my picture. Then he told me that he was going to shave it off, even though he liked it very much. I asked why. He said because chicks don’t really like it. They just like to take pictures of it, but he feels that they don't really like it because they never want to kiss it. Right about then his path diverged from mine, and I was left with that kind of sad realization. Here is the World Champion Freestyle Moustache Man, and although he loves his achievement and his role, he is going to throw it over in hopes of winning a woman’s kiss.
We men are pitiful, but in a noble kind of way.
Ha
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