Absolute Blue Invitation 11/15/13 - 11/17/13

Absolute Blue’s PSA

 

Their eyes met briefly but intensively before she quickly looked away. Biding his time he meandered to the bar and ordered another drink. As Absolute Blue stumbled into a love song he downed his beer and slammed the empty bottle on the bar. He knew the time was now. He walked directly to her table and as she smiled shyly back, asked her to dance. She said nothing but took his hand and they walked the short distance to the dance floor. He took her in his arms and they looked longingly into each other’s eyes. They swayed back and forth through a chorus and part of a verse. But uncomfortable with the silence he finally spoke.

“This song sucks,” he blurted out.

“No,” she said softly, “it’s just the way they’re playing it.”

“But he played a C# when it should have been a D!”

“Yes,” she replied knowingly.

He continued the dance for several bars, his frustration growing.

“I can’t….I just…can’t,” he said pulling away.

He turned and walked directly to his late model Camry, leaving her there love struck and alone. He drove straight home where he googled Romanian mail order brides and she continued her meth addiction, both wondering what could have been on a perfect night, with a perfect dance with a less than perfect band.

 

Don’t let this happen to you. Finish the dance!

 

This has been a public service announcement brought to you by Absolute Blue and the National Dance Council…

 

This weekend finds us at The Old Fish House in Grant Saturday from 6 to 10…

 

Then it’s our last Sunday of the year at SBI from 2 to 6…

 

Absolute Blue Invitation 11/01/13 - 11/02/13

Absolute Blue’s Edgarallenpoetry

 

Twas the night ‘fore All Hallows and all down the block

No one heard music, no hip hop, no rock

And Don with his trumpet, and I with my gear

Hoped trick or treaters would soon end up here

Then we quickly arose from our peaceful condition

We knew from the sirens to assume the position

Yo Billy, Yo Skipper, I’m here to say

We’ve had some complaints all down A1A

They’re sick of the noise, said they’ve had enough

So please turn around while I slip on the cuffs

But officer no, please hear what we’re saying

It cannot be us, we’re not even playing

You’re not playing Skynrd, not playing Chicago?

No officer, no, but we might be tomorrow

He laughed and unshackled The Worst Band he’s seen

Then told us to have us the best Halloween…

 

 

 

Join us at a new venue, X-cess Sports Club, Friday from 9 to 1. X-cess is on Washburn, just east of the Sarno/Eau Gallie split (671 Washburn Ave)…

 

Then Saturday we’re back at Squid Lips from 7 to 11…

Absolute Blue Invitation 10/25/13 - 10/26/13

Absolute Blue’s Randominity

While we are glad that the government is back online, what we need to realize is that there is such a backlog of bribery, skullduggery, partisan politrickery and lame duckery that your simple document request will not be addressed until early next year, with Obamacare going so well and all.

We are consistently outraged at the millions of dollars being donated for cancer. We at Absolute Blue have been and always will be against cancer.

We would also like to suggest that instead of pay per view, the viewers themselves be compensated in cases where their sports teams especially suck. So instead of paying to see the Jaguars incompetence, those witnessing the debacle would actually be paid for each minute they had to sit through, kind of a revenue sharing that includes the fan. Or at least a bartering system so that each hour we have to sit through the Astros on ESPN we earn an hour of Buxom Beach Babes on Playtime.

And as we look forward to our relaunch, we will be taking donations for Don’s facelift, Tom’s buttlift, Bill’s botox, Kevin’s lipo, Skip’s implants and rhinoplasty for our pet rhinoceros.

And Skip asked if all the cows suddenly died if it would be a cattleclysmic event.

 

Only one damn thing to do this weekend: Get on down to Pineda Inn on Saturday from 7 to 11. See you there…