I was just re-reading my blogs and realized that I never did write about the midgets.
Last Saturday, well, not LAST Saturday, but the one before, I was left to watch over Rock Dogs. Everyone else was either out of town or had somewhere to be. . . That was fine with me, since I would have been there anyway. At about 10 PM, the wg texted me. The conversation follows:
wg: Is everything okay over there?
me: Everything is fine, we have an okay crowd, I like this band. Nothing remarkable or bad.
wg: Okay, good. Let me know. I should be back before too long.
me: HOLY HELL. A white man in a lime green pimp suit just walked in with two midgets.
wg: *photo of band at Ridglea*
me: photo of Mr Pimp
On facebook I posted, “A man in a green pimp suit walks into a bar with two midgets…”
I don’t know how the joke ends, but the male midget did bite me on the arm. Then he asked me who was in charge around ‘that place’ and when I told him I was, he apologized and said he would bite nicer next time.
I had a friend once who was mortally afraidof midgets and now I know why. Hopefully I won’t have to take medication for Lollypopguildophobia.
I actually have a creepy obsession with little people. I want a tiny sidekick. a Mini-Me. Is that too much to ask???