The Stuffed Monkey

I believe it has been forever since I have added a new post to my blog. About a week ago, Mike and I went up to Salt Lake to watch his friend's band. I believe it was my first experience in a bar. We were at Bert's Tiki Lounge, which I must say is pretty much a dive. The type of people there were awesome! There were long beards and mullets galore! (It might have something to do with the type of music being played...) But the best was the woman who walked in with her stuffed monkey. She carried it around with her all night! Who brings a stuffed animal to a bar?!?! What is the purpose of this? I wanted to walk up to her and ask her why she would bring such a toy to a bar, but I was afraid she would deck me. It's not that she was a tall woman, but I have to admit she was a little scary.
Not only were the people a little scary, but the music was a little scary. I couldn't understand a lyric in any of the songs and the music was all the same. Thank goodness for earplugs! I didn't miss a thing, but I prevented the evil ringing of the ears. I don't think we will be hearing that band