I'd like a better Look...

Boots or Boobs?

I was recently at a Singer/Songwriter Music Festival watching my son and many other wonderful, local musicians. As is with all the shows, I meet new people, some quirky and odd, some hilarious and some who just come and go with little to remember them by.

I couldn’t help but notice an exceptionally attractive blonde who is one of the bartenders at this location where the event was being held. It seemed to me that the majority of the male customers were working hard to get her attention. She was very sweet and attentive to me as I sat and enjoyed all of the music of the evening. My diet coke never got below half full, she immediately grabbed it and refilled it. I am not sure if I drank 10 diet cokes or only half of 10, either way, it was too much diet coke drinking for the 5 or 6 hours that I was there.

There was a lady in attendance at this music festival who I had seen possibly 3 times before at shows over the years.  Yet, we had only spoken briefly and until now I did not know her name. She walked over to me and said, “My name is Cheryl, and I know you are Eric’s mom.” Then she added, remember about 2 and a half years ago, I was at one of Eric’s shows and then later that evening you, Eric, and your husband were eating at a restaurant in Daphne?” I came to your table and talked to you...remember???

With fingers crossed behind my back, I said “Oh sure, Cheryl, it’s nice to see you again”....... I sat there wracking my brain... trying to remember that evening. Then she said it. “I walked up and said, “Hey, I saw you play today for the first time, and you are good!”  Then your husband said, “I taught him everything he knows, so thank you!”  

She was near my age, but I am not certain of her exact age. She and her husband were enjoying the music and she stepped over to talk with me on numerous occasions that evening. They were sitting outside on a nice sofa on the patio, which is the smoking section. The doors to the patio were propped open so that the smoking section had full access to the music. 

She would come in and lean passed me to order their next drinks. Each time she spoke she was just a little bit more intoxicated as witnessed by her speech and movements. She was heavy set, with dishwater blonde hair, friendly and so funny with the way she expressed herself and the actual words she used as she told a story. It was unusual to hear THOSE words coming out of the mouth of a grandmother, or at least someone old enough to be a grandmother, yet I was not surprised.

Then this lady spoke of how we are both musician mothers, therefore we have so much in common. 

I asked her which musician was her son or daughter as the stage was filled with musicians and I knew most of them well, but I had not met all of their parents. Then she revealed her son was no longer a musician but was in the Murphy High School band about 20 years ago. 

Cheryl was jovial and enjoyable except for the strong smell of cigarettes that filled the air when she stepped in close. I’ve smelled worse things, so it was ok.

Cheryl then told me of an incident that happened moments earlier when she was conversing with one of the beautiful bartenders that worked at this venue. This particular bartender has shoulder-length blonde hair, a beautiful shape with large breasts and she was wearing knee high boots over her tightly stretched black tights. It was the same attractive blonde I spoke of earlier.

Cheryl absolutely loved those boots.  She told me that she said to the boot-wearing bartender, “I love those boots”. The bartender smiled and nodded. Then Cheryl said, “I would love to get a better look at them”. At that point the bartender said, “Well, I am very busy right now, but I will meet you in the bathroom in a couple of minutes.”

Cheryl told me that she reasoned maybe the lighting was better in the bathroom, and that is why she chose such a place to show them. She finished her drink and then headed into the ladies room. Shortly afterwards, the beautiful blonde bartender came in and immediately began removing her blouse...Cheryl said, “Whooaa! What are you doing?” The blonde stood there with one of her beautiful very large breasts in her hand, and she seemed puzzled. “You wanted a better look at my boobs, right?”

Cheryl said I was so surprised and amazed that she was so willing to show them too me and I must say they were the most gorgeous boobs I have ever seen...so all I could do was utter these words....”Impressive, Thank you very much!”

Not fully hearing what someone is saying in a crowded, noisy restaurant/bar is inevitable. But the fact that this young lady was so accommodating that she was willing to pull out her boobs for a stranger to get a better look, was surprising to me.

I do want to add that this beautiful blonde bartender is very sweet and pleasant. She works constantly, every time that I am there at a show or festival at this upscale restaurant/bar where she is an employee.  I consider her to be a nice person, who is proud of what God and surgery has given her.

I have heard that when a lady has breast augmentation surgery, they are pretty proud to show them to anyone who will take a look. This was an affirmation to that fact. 

When I named my blog series, “inhibitions and dodo birds are now extinct”, cases like this were what I had in mind. There are no inhibitions, there’s no embarrassment or shame in today’s society. Most young women seem very proud of what they have and seem to want to place it all on display. Not judging...just observing.