The Corner Bar Superlatives --Part II

Chronic Blues, a local band that gets together occasionally to play some of the best rock and roll this side of freedom, entertained the natives at a little place called The Corner Bar in Mobile last Friday night.

Though not a venue I would ever venture into without the seductive melodies of Chronic Blues luring me like the Sirens in Odyssey, Corner Bar has once again proven to be the best place to people watch in town.

Maybe they should blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol, but there is just something about these young 20-somethings in their come-shag me heels and "my father owns a yacht" tucked-in button downs and Docksiders that makes me giggle every time* (*a total of twice now).

So, without further adieu, The Corner Bar Superlatives for Friday, July 30, 2011

Best Reunion: The Band, duh. Chronic Blues getting together is like an eclipse or Shark Week. It's awesome, so be there. Runner up for best reunion is definitely when two girls I danced with, Brandy Hattenstein and Lindsey Ankerson, came into the joint and were appropriately NOT wearing stripper heels (they're natural beauties).

Most Entertaining Dancer: Best dancer goes to random polo-sporting preppy guy whose signature move involved doing a full-on African modern dance style squat and waving his hands in front of him. Unfortunately, I didn't get Alvin Ailey out of his dancing as much as I got constipated on a camping trip. Whoops, better luck next time, Guy.

Mr. Nice Guy: Mr. Nice Guy award goes to the young man who sat with a gaggle of lip-gloss lovin' ladies' Charlotte Russe totes while their owners floated around the bar to find men who would treat them like crap (they need something to complain about on Facebook!). Just because you might finish last, Mr. Nice Guy, doesn't mean you should walk the race.

Best Dress: Best dress goes to the girl who looked like an Oscar. A skinny brunette sporting a bronze colored drapey dress had me thisclose to following her out of the bar to confirm the ensemble came from Charlotte Russe (sorry, but I assume everyone under the age of 23 treats CR like their shopping Mecca).

Family of the Year: My family and I like to go to church on Sundays and then have dinner. Compared to the rest of society, I thought we were doing pretty good on keeping the knitting from unspooling. I was wrong. Is it a mother / daughter? Maybe...but definitely family of the year goes to the sister act, one girl clearly in her 30s the other having just come of age from the look of it, both wearing white denim skirts (the older girl's skirt appropriately, knee length) and blue tops. Welcome to Mayberry.

The party got started with this family after the sisters downed a few beverages with older sister Sarah leading Little Sister Libby to the dance floor (I just named them). Sarah and Libby danced and jiggled their junk for the band. I think it was the cover to Steve Miller band's The Joker that really got their party started.

While Sarah danced with some random with abandon, her husband took snaps of her dancing (with the CB bass player posing hilariously in the background while still rocking the crowds' socks) and then several of Libby who was trying to dance, pose, and pout simultaneously. All right, little Libby, that's enough kissy faces at your sister's balding husband. Luckily, there's no need to indicate a party foul as Libby looked very friendly with a guy her own age before The Mister and I left the Corner Bar.

I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions.

Congratulations, Corner Bar, without you or your never-ending supply of alcohol I don't think the kids would be nearly as interested in trying to look sexy and posh in your dank, cement walls, would dance, or would bring their family's for little Libby's first lap dance.

The End...

Or is it...

Before I go, one of my fabulous bridesmaids reminded me of the REAL reason we say "Tito" instead of the "Theodore."

This bridesmaid and I went to Murphy High together. To rally the Panther's spirits before a football game against the Theodore Bobcats, the cheerleaders put on a Jeopardy-style skit of Murphy vs Theodore. The question, "Can you spell the name of your school?" The Theodore girl says, "That's easy! Just three letters! T-D-O. TDO!"


...Thank God at least one of us paid attention in high school!