Happy Birthday Purl

I don’t know what in God’s name has gotten into me. I have missed not one, but two shout-outs to the Two Bits. First Purl, she’s our youngest and perkiest Teena, had her birthday and it’s a good thing that we walked our big ole butts down to the local for a bite to eat cause we would have been in serious trouble trying to drive and drink…I mean, jus thinkin about tryin to drive home after our celebration would have seriously dampened the evenin, which, by the way started with Ginger Martinis and ended with a bottle of champagne sent over by the owner for being such great sports. After all, it did take’um nearly four hours to git us served and out of there. But then I ask you...who in their right mind would want a Teena to leave?

We were laughin and screamin and singin, In’a-godda-da-vida honey, before the entre’ even arrived. There was one waitress and seventeen tables. Well, you just do the math, but bein it was girls night out, and two/fifths of us had been a waitress at one time in our life, we cared'”Less than nothing.”
When we left I have to say, we thought there was no way to git into any mischief between T-Buds and the Friendly Village, (given we all live about three blocks away) but nooooo, Purl heard music commin from Shenanigans and that, combined with an open door and no cover charge lead us straight into an official Two-Bit Teena danger-zone.

It all took less than five minutes, to throw down our bags, hit the dance floor, push the locals aside and just do what we do best,”Daince”. I wish you could have seen the fear in VeraLee’s eyes (see picture of her running away, above) as she just knew somebody was gonna grab her and whisper (or shout) in her ear….”Yo hair smells good!” So when she saw “handlebar mustache man” headed out way…she darted out so fast I got caught in her exit dust. But HBMM was headed straight for Purl…the curley haired blond birthday girl had herself a “main” in no time flat. So much more than we bargained for. My Lord in heaven, kant a Teena have a swing on the floor without bein’ bothered? Is it jus too much to ask? From the look on Purl’s face we tipped the band and hightailed it out…and not a moment too soon, cause the band was breakin and we knew to leave’um wantin’ more. So we hit the street, OUT LOUD. Honest to God, We laughed all the way home. I am sure had we lingered….we would have gotten a ticket for distortin’ the peace.

When we got to VeraLees , Bubba had the floodlights on, I guess so VeraLee wouldn’t stumble up the steps…and seein’ flood lights…we jus pretended her front porch was a stage and we had one last song before VL took a trip and broke both flood lights with one poke. So much for our last song!

But it was good fun and Purl showed up the next morning to work with a liter Coke under her arm and her wrap-around sunglasses on; way obvious signs of distress, even her boss commented. Well, that’s a yungun for ya, an ole Teena wouldn’t even have bothered goin’ in. So happy Birthday Purl and thanks for makin another great Teena Tail!
(Next up...Happy Birthday VeraLee)