the heavily-tattooed men and women who work there know us. they talk to us. they know what we want. for example, it's getting to where as soon as they see mark, they know it's "dixie chicken sandwich, 86 the tomato and mayo." it is kind of swell to be regulars at a place.
as for the music, here is what eight quarters bought me last night:
ramones- judy is a punk
screamin' jay hawkins- i put a spell on you
screamin' jay hawkins- you made me love you
patsy cline- back in baby's arms
hank williams- settin' the woods on fire
otis redding- pain in my heart
jerry lee lewis- there must be more to love than this
you just can't top their jukebox. chock full o' the people above, plus bowie, sinatra, run-dmc, billie holiday, a healthy dose of rockabilly; all blended into a tasty roux to thicken the social gumbo that is a night at the penguin. i'll put that jukebox up against any other jukebox in the county, son.
this morning, i was watching 'cat on a hot tin roof' and one of the main characters, big daddy, was delivering a soliloquy to his son about life's little truths. part of it was his delivery, but i can't exactly put my finger on why i found it so funny. i was forced to replay the scene like 3 times because i kept laughing so much. here are the sage's words:
you won't live with mendacity! well, you're an expert at it. the truth is pain and sweat and payin' bills and makin' love to a woman that you don't love anymore. truth is dreams that don't come true and nobody prints your name in the paper till you die.
hope that brightens your day.
last seen: cat on a hot tin roof
last heard: edith piaf "milord"