The Post

So, Saturday, on my first night back in Warsaw for Christmas break I met up with a group of friends from my graduate program who were heading to Pierceton, IN (a little town right beside Warsaw) to a little bar called ‘The Post’. Why? One girl’s uncle plays in a rock band who had a gig there that night. Hilarious. Show stared at 9:30pm and I was not terribly optimistic about what we were going to encounter. But hey, good friends + Podunk bar + old man rock band = I’m down for the experience. And, wow, did it turn out to be an experience. ‘The Post’ used to be the old post office in Pierceton, and let’s just say that upon entering the smoky room, there were more Stetson cowboy hats than I was used to seeing all in one place. Also, there was a $3 cover charge. Funny, I think that’s the same amount I pay at Taylor to go see up and coming indie bands… whatever. The most important part of this experience was the dance floor in the middle of the room. The only thing funnier than all the cowboy hats was watching all the people dancing. Funniest of all was a big cowboy with a black hat on, who I guess was probably 6’4” with a big old goatee, dancing with a woman much smaller than him. I suspect they were both in their mid to late 30’s. They stayed out on the dance floor the whole night. He sang every word of every song to her while she seemed to make minimal facial expressions. After every song he gave her an awkward hug. Best of all… …wait for it… …as the night wore on he would unbutton another button on his shirt. By the end of the night his shirt was open just above his belly with chest hair on full display, still singing the words to his dance partner in his big black cowboy hat. HAAA! My other favorite was this little guy who wasn’t a cowboy at all and seemed to be very out of place. He was in baggy jeans with a gold necklace and tennis shoes. He wore a white baseball cap tilted off to the side. He was dancing around in big circles apparently with everyone and no one all at the same time with a grin on his face. He seemed peculiarly out of place. Sara and Laura got on stage to sign with her uncle. They were rock stars for sure except I don’t think their mic was turned up. Woops. Don’t worry though, the Shorby Shuffle had to make it’s presence felt. Sorry Nate.

So, I’m about to fly halfway across the globe to the Czech Republic. It’s going to be a cultural experience. I also drive across the county line from time to time. That can be a cultural experience too. GIDDYUP! Thanks for bringing me along Sara, Laura, and Jenn.