Newlyweds?

Just Married....

It was a late night show at a place called Brickyard on Dauphin Street in downtown Mobile, Alabama. The place was full and people were in different stages of relax dependent upon the amount of liquor they had consumed. Many in the audience began to drink too much and lose all traces of common sense and inhibitions.

It was a duo show with Eric and his friend Josh. They sounded awesome and things were going great. Everyone was enjoying the entertainment and calling out song requests of all sorts. I had a table full of young ladies and we were talking about just about anything and everything that popped up for discussion. So far the night had been outstanding.

I had four friends at my table, three were young adults; the fourth was a friend named Gina who was in her late forties. The young ladies were checking out the hot guys as they passed by or looked our way. I heard, “Ooooo, look at his butt!” many times that evening. It always amuses me when I hear that; it used to shock me, but I have heard it so often now the shock is no longer there.

Man versus woman roles have reversed since I was young. The way it was back then, may be old and antiquated, yet I liked it when men were the pursuers and ladies were pursued. That was the natural order of things and it worked well for centuries. Sure there was the exceptional case from time to time when a girl would pursue a guy, but that was very rare... often these girls were the subject of lots of gossip and they were said to have bad reputations. While I prefer the old ways of courtship, I believe the harsh judgement of those days to be unfair; it restricted a lady from being free and being themselves, if that was their choice. 

Gina and I spied a couple that had perched themselves on the dance floor right in front of us. At that point if we wanted to watch the show on the stage, we had no choice but to look at this couple.Though they were on the dance floor moving and swaying, there was no actual dancing taking place. It was so shocking that it went beyond vulgar. 

She wore some daisy duke cutoff shorts and a crop top that exposed a large portion of her mid-section. The crop top further exposed most of her breasts as it dipped very low in front. She was very pretty with her dark brown hair in a ponytail and her eyes were drooping as though she had missed sleep for weeks. He had that 5 o’clock shadow look on his face and his hair had way too much gel in it; he wore a plaid button up shirt and khaki shorts. 

Their show was not the one we signed up for. They were lip locked almost constantly; I am not sure how they breathed. He was running his hand up into her crop top and cupping her breasts, then down into her daisy dukes and grabbing her crotch. It was very graphic as we watched, hoping they would take their show elsewhere. A couple of people in the crowd yelled out, “Get a room!” Which they ignored or maybe they were in their own little world and all else was blocked out.

A large guy who was wearing a white ball cap, backwards, walked over and spoke to them. Moments later this couple and the guy who had approached them, walked outside. Gina and I were very happy and believed that this guy was security and had asked them to take their peep show elsewhere.

After about 10 minutes, the couple returned and continued their show. The large guy who had taken them out,  walked over to our table and explained that he had just married them. We sat there in amazement as he continued; he proudly declared, “Yes I am ordained and its official, they are now married!”

I asked how it could be official without a marriage license. He paused as he appeared to be giving this question a lot of thought, then he said, “Well if they get a license, I will be glad to sign it for them.”

I then asked, “Do you know their names?” The alleged, ordained guy replied, “I don’t remember what their names are,” as he turned up his bottle of Miller Lite and walked off.

We laughed about the absurdity of it all. Then Gina, who has little patience for this sort of silliness, walked to the “newlyweds” and advised them that we were sick of seeing there sex show and would appreciate them taking it elsewhere.

Both of them had perturbed looks on their faces as they moved to the back of the room and continued their activities, but at least now we could watch the show we came to see.

I wondered how long this marriage would last....possibly 3 to 4 hours?