Goldilocks and the Two Cowboys...

Back in the day, before all of my friends got married, we used to head out occasionally and hit the clubs.

Of course around these parts, that meant driving 50 miles to some less than stellar place, but hey... everyone else headed there too. It was just about the only place in town. Not quite, but it was the college hangout, and we were almost college age.

Anyway... one of the bouncers was about 6'2" and was the kind of guy with a tailored pencil beard, semi bleach blonde hair which was one of those curled mullet type affairs. His name started with a B, but everyone we knew called him Goldilocks. I doubt to his face, but...

Anyway... he jumped from club to club too, working at the pig palace for a bit, then over to a new place then back. We'd see him everywhere, and we became fairly good acquaintances. It was friendly enough, and he turned out to be a pretty good guy.

One winter, one of the guys that I'd go clubbin' with, was out on his snowmobile riding it up in the back country and got stuck. He was in the middle of nowhere, and in about 6 feet of snow so he knew that it wasn't going to be easy getting it out by himself. Right about then, out of nowhere another snowmobile rolled over the hill and got stuck about 10 feet away from him. My buddy looked over there and made the newcomer a deal. He'd help the other guy dig out, if that guy would help him. The deal was made. Then they both took off their helmets and guess who the other guy was... yup. Goldilocks. They both laughed and proceeded to dig themselves out.

A short while after that, Goldilocks started dating a cousin of mine for a little while, and so we got a little better acquainted.

Then things change, and people get married and move on, and the weekly trips to town became more and more infrequent. Fact is... it'd been a couple years since we'd made the trip, then one night my buddy calls me and asks if I want to head over there with him. Sounded good, so we went.

Now when we drove into the parking lot, the place was packed. I hadn't seen it like that in forever, and outside of the club was a group of about 45 people standing around and talking. We didn't think much of it, it was a nice night, and the music inside sounded pretty loud, so I just figured they went outside to talk or something. Turns out... they were all waiting for someone to come out so that they could get in, but we didn't know that. We just walked up to the door, and before we could even get within 15 feet of it, the bouncer looked at us, pointed two fingers in our direction and said, "You two, you're in!" and went back to scanning the crowd. The crowd around us all shouted in unison, "Wha??? OH C'MON!!!" The bouncer? Oh yeah... it was Goldilocks.

We walked through the door before it hit us what had happened, and we started laughing. I'm chuckling about it right now as a matter of fact. Later on, he came inside and found us at our table and we said our hellos and chatted for a bit. I really don't know why people were waiting outside... the place was actually pretty lame, so we drank a few brews and headed out. I suppose if we would have been younger, and closer to everyone else's age it might have been funner, but alas that lifestyle is for the younger crowd.

I haven't seen Goldilocks since then, but then I haven't been clubbin' either. I do have to admit though, it was pretty fun being in the "in crowd", at least for the night.

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And now a big shoutout to my favorite Pixie, Tink. As you've already seen from my comment section, she thought enough to give me this:

I don't quite know what that says about this blog... but it certainly makes me think that the hot Florida sun is starting to get to her...

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Perhaps it's a good thing that I have stopped clubbin'.