Clay Farmer 3-3-06 @ the Armadillo Palace

Since our plans had been destroyed for the night before, (Thanks to Jarrod Birmingham for ruining my pre-birthday plans @ Blanco's by cancelling & playing @ the rodeo in Ft. Worth) we made plans to go to the Armadillo Palace to see Clay Farmer. While we were there, we ran into some friends of ours, Gary C. and his date. We also saw another guy that we knew from the Angleton/Lake Jackson area...damn if I can remember his name but I think Sister K went to speak to him. It seems my time would be occupied by a stranger from Oklahoma that I met that night sitting next to me at the bar (I never met an Okie that I didn't like.) Had I been drinking, he would've bought our drinks all night but since I wasn't, I watched him drink and he was slamming some tequila shots and chasing it with Coors Light. That alone was funny enough for me to engage in conversation with him. He offered to buy us drinks but Sister K declined...dummy...but she managed to dance with him. After all, my opinions are worth something...even if it's free drinks. I think he needed someone to talk to about his recent divorce and the young guy that was with him (Spanky...imagine that! I've met 2 Spanky's in my lifetime.) had recently been dumped and thought it was the end of the world for him. (and the band played on) Being the jaded pathetic soul that I am, proceeded to tell them both what they needed to do since they were asking for it. (I know that made someone smile) Get a fucking life and get over it was what I felt like saying but I refrained from doing so. At one point he asked me if I hated men but I replied no, only the cheaters and liars and there's plenty of them to go around. (you know who you are) After I had mentioned the little dick water towns in Oklahoma that I knew of (Harrah and Vian) he asked me "how in the hell do you know of these small towns?" and then we proceeded to talk about Cross Canadian Ragweed and Jason Boland and the Stragglers. He'd never heard of Jason but he knew of CCR...(and the band played on) I don't know if any of you have ever been to the Armadillo Palace (hell, I don't even know if I've got any readers other than 1 person) but this place is full of young people that don't realize that there's a band playing most of the time. I was part of that crowd that night (not the young part)...I knew the band was playing but I couldn't do anything about it. This man beside me needed someone to talk to...a stranger's ear to bend so I let him bend my ear for a few hours. All in all it was a good night for my pre-birthday celebration. We left after the band played but stopped by first to talk to a guy in the band that we know, Brian Thomas.
One other thing I wanted to mention was that all of the Jim Beam Sponsorship by lots of up and coming bands. Last weekend we sat in the VIP section with "supposedly" Jim Beam's grandson...Fred Noe or something like that...not actually "with" him but he was there. Anyway, the Beam was flowing and now I heard that Jim Beam (black label) has become the house drink for bourbon @ the Armadillo. Didn't anyone test this stuff first? Last weekend, I got to watch a guy take a shot and then try NOT to puke. It ended up coming out of his nose. Yes, you read this correctly. I'm sure it cleared his sinuses right up. It smells like hairspray to me...or maybe that's because I'm not drinking. Oh well. Sponsorship is one thing but when Sister K can't drink bourbon, there's something wrong with it...

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