I already told you about my magnificent night spent at the Other Lives/Rosebuds concert a few days ago.
But I didn't tell you the whole story.
Something weird happened.
During the intermission between the two bands, a man walked into the venue who looked like this...
minus the hat.
Meet Russell, an 82-year old ready to rock it out with a bunch of music aficionados, hipsters, and drunk, dancing skanks.
Weird, you say, Badgers? It was. But we are just getting started.
Walking into the room, Russell singled me out, put his arm around me and remarked, "Here's a cool guy right here!"
Right you are, Russ. I am a cool guy.
Then things got uncomfortable.
Russell decided to tell me all the details of his night (art, dancing, and wine tasting) while he continued to have his arm around me and alternated between rubbing my arm and my flank.
For ten minutes.
Yeah, I didn't feel like there was any romantic/sexual intentions on Russell's behalf. He was pretty sauced and really, really old.
I've never been so happy for a band to start, ever.