Friday night I met Gung Ho out at the dueling pianos bar because I was anxious to meet his new 24-year-old girlfriend (we're slightly older). If you haven't been to a good dueling pianos bar, you should give it a try. They always have a couple of very witty and talented guys cracking jokes and taking requests, enough to give a man a serious case of pianist envy (did I make that up? Probably not). And just as a raucous night was starting to peter out, in saunters a pair of 30-something gay men, one in a ship captain's hat and both very drunk. They were just sitting at their table, not talking to one another, looking like they were trying to take some deep breaths to avoid throwing up. This is when I decided to write up a request saying: Can you play "Love Will Keep Us Together" by Captain & Tennille for those two boys at the back table? That is when the evening kicked right back into high gear.
(Here is a video I found on Youtube of a night at Sluggers with people dancing with the pole on top of the piano. I guess in this modern age you should be sure you won't be filmed if you decide to give pole dancing a whirl . . .)
The piano player with the Blackhawks jersey laughed his ass off at this notion, asked for the Captain's hat while he played that number, and launched into the song. This was the Captain's cue, with or without the hat he brought, to dance around the stripper pole on top of the piano, drunkenly. He then whipped his shirt off to reveal a pretty awful body and a plumber crack sticking out the back of his jeans. It was looking like he was going to barf from all that spinning around or fall off and hurt himself, either of which would have made my night, but his partner (Tennille?) didn't seem amused or even interested in any of this as he continued to do his breathing exercises. With a slight frame slab of a torso that went right up to his clean shaven bald head, Captain looked a lot like a real live dancing penis up there, and who would not be enthralled by that? The security, that's who, and they came over and told Captain to put his shirt on and chill out, which he did but it wasn't easy because he continued to try to dance a little bit and he was drunker than hell; a drunk dancing penis trying to put on his shirt.
What a great night. I woke up the next morning laughing, and when I saw my mom at dinner later that night, she laughed too when I told her about it. Hope you enjoyed yet another tale from the bars, Seven Readers. And now, Captain and Tennille . . .
(Doesn't Tennille sound like a bit of a controlling psycho type if you listen closely to the lyrics, like she might slice the Captain's dingy off if he ever strayed from the marriage?)