I have no idea. She had big boobies, I was drinking beer, names just didn't matter to us. I'm still a pig...er...man...you know.
Maybe she got it but was ignoring it. I doubt it, but it is a possibility.
No, I'm pretty sure she was stupid. Actually, that's been confirmed by her co-worker.
Hmmm... Knotting Hairbellies..wasn't that a band with Harrison, Dylan, Petty, Orbison and occaisionally Lynne. Maybe that's why people were giving you cash. They thought you were famous...or an impersonater. On a good night you do kinda look like Jeff Lynne. perhaps they thought you were Tom Petme. Although you don't look like him. Were you wearing sunglasses?....oh nevermind we won't go there.
You just did go there. I'm not sure what they thought, but this next bit might explain...
Was it the Princess you were at? Or did you head out to the old St. V. ? is that still set up with tables? Inquiring minds want to know.
It was a poolhall in a stripmall on Regent. It's called the Starlight, presumably named after the Drive-in that was there sometime before I moved to Winnipeg. 97% of Mrs. Rev's co-workers are Transcona-ites. They like to drink a lot and vote for Bill Blaikie. So do I. It's wall to wall leftist red-necks.