I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
March 15, 2006
>In college, I had a few friends who started a band. Called The Mendoza Line, they were known mainly for drinking a few too many beers, going on stage and forgetting how to play their songs. Everyone in the audience would laugh and applaud and then the band would come down from the stage and drink some more.
Of course, now they’re like, famous. Seriously. They got signed to a record label, moved to New York, lost a few members, gained a few members, released some albums and just came out with a new one that kicks ass. Last night, they came to my town for a show and I got to see them for the first time in almost a decade.
And I behaved like a complete and utter freak. No really. I did.
I blame it on the “Cosmopolitans” served by the club. Judging from their taste, the bartender ran out of vodka and decided to make do with rubbing alcohol and pink Kool-Aid. Despite this (or perhaps because of it), I calmly drank three during the four hours we were there. Oh, and I ordered a fourth that I didn’t drink but instead allowed to remain on the table infuriating Hubs with its undrunken expensiveness. Anyway, at some point during all of this, the drinks’ persuasive powers convinced me that I was the World’s Leading Expert on Friggin’ Everything.
For example, after the first band, Elliott Brood, played an excellent set, I got up to go to the restroom and ran into the lead singer.
“You were really good. I just thought you should know that,” I said suavely.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling. “Thank you so much.”
“Yeah,” I continued. I decided he was in need of my Expert Opinion. “Yeah, I would say you were Jane’s Addiction meets The Dukes of Hazzard.”
His smile faded. Funny, I thought to myself. Hubs had laughed at that line. But this guy definitely wasn’t laughing.
“We don’t really get that too often,” he said slowly.
“Oh,” I replied with unparalleled panache. “Well, bye.”
I went back to my seat and told Hubs what I had said.
“What?!” he nearly spit out his drink. “You don’t tell someone to his face that his music reminds you of The Dukes of Hazzard. ‘Ooooh,” he mocked in a girly voice. “In that second song, you sounded just like Boss Hogg!”
You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson at that point. Oh no. I only got worse. After the second band, Great Lake Swimmers, played their set, I decided they too could benefit from my Expert Opinion.
“You guys were really good,” I told the lead singer and guitarist after I bought their CD. “I just thought you should know that.”
“Thanks,” they said in unison.
“I told my husband you guys are as good as The Shins, only you need a Zach Braff to make you famous.”
“Zach Braff?” The singer was puzzled.
“You know. Garden State.”
Silence.
“Scrubs.”
Silence.
“Oh come on!” I said. “Mandy. Moore’s. Boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a very practiced this-is-how-I-respond-to-drunken-groupies tone. “I just don’t understand your cultural references.”
“Oh.” I thought about telling them that their last song would’ve really been better if the guitarist had played a dum-dee-dee-dum-dum instead of that lame dee-dee-dee-dum-dum, but decided against it. “Well, bye,” I said instead.
Yeesh.
Finally at 11, The Mendoza Line took the stage. Nine-odd years of banddom had improved them; They remembered the words to every song. Better yet, they were fantastic. I pulled my camera out of my purse and congratulated myself for having remembered it. I took a picture. Unfortunately, the camera was set on ten-second delay, but other than that, I was taking pictures like a real pro, in my Expert Opinion. I wriggled around in my seat and took another picture from an artsier angle. And another. And another. And another. And then I left our table and took another. Front and center. On ten-second delay. Oh yeah. I was rocking the house.
“I think you’ve taken enough pictures,” Hubs shouted over the music when I came back. Huffily, I glared at him, put my camera away and gulped down some more of my Rubbing Alcomopolitan.
By the time the set was over, drink number three was finished and I was in rare Expert form. I advised one old friend, now a resident specializing in HIV research at a local hospital, on how he should go about finding a cure for AIDS. I informed my friend Tim that he needed to screw all this band stuff and give his new bride (the lead singer) a baby post haste. I think I even consulted with the guitarist on conversion van maintenance. I was completely out of my mind.
Once Hubs managed to stuff me, still waving my finger and babbling about the latest fashions in SoHo, inside the car, I berated him for, well, to be honest, I don’t really remember. I only recall that I felt very smug that so many people had benefitted from my Expert Advice. When I got home, I looked down and realized that at some point, I had gone to the bathroom and forgotten to buckle my belt. I had been walking around, doling out opinions, with my belt hanging open like I was some kind of deranged halfway house escapee. Brilliant.
Four hours later, Baby was awake and so was I. When I stumbled into a bleary-eyed Hubs, I apologized groggily for the dressing down I’d given him the night before. He started laughing.
“So you admit I’m not really a ‘nerdy nerd?” he asked.
“Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
I laughed weakly. “I don’t remember that.”
“And when I started laughing,” he continued, “You got madder and said ‘See? You even laugh like a nerd!”
Oooh. That had to hurt.
Essentially, I am doing very well convincing all of my oh-so-successful old friends that I’m much more, so much more than a suburban housewife these days.
I’m also a fucking idiot.
And I have the pictures to prove it.
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>Forget that nonsense about spilling drinks, it’s not a party unless someone regrets it in the morning. In this case, you. Party! Whooooo!
>Oh. Stop. You’re killing me and my muffled shrieks are going to wake up the baby!
>I so did the same thing the other weekend-only it wasn’t with a famous band-it was the neighbors! nice huh?
>Oh Jesus! I’m laughing so hard right now! I love that you ended each conversation with, “well bye”. Like that’s your final answer!It sounds like an excellent night out 😉
>Drinks, lot’s of drinks. Laugh like a nerd, I have to remember that one.
>So, apparently I have met you before 😉 If you ever come and see my band I promise I’ll talk to you – no matter how many drinks you have.
>Um… Hello. Where are the pictures of you??? 🙂
>OMG, I love The Mendoza Line!!!I’ve recently been listening to their “What Ever Happened To You?” obsessively, in fact.Fun post, Lucinda. 🙂
>but youhad the best time, right?
>Heh heh heh. Nothing like a drunken housewife to liven the party. Not that I’ve ever been in your position. No, never.
>Great stuff Lucinda – I only wish I had been there to watch!
>OH HOLY HELL! That was funny Lucinda and I so wished I was there to help you buckle your belt and dole out more drunken advice. I’m good at the drunk advice too, yep. I was you a couple months ago in SF, trying to show guys how to pick up women. It went like this:Me: “Your ugly, so get a new face.” Then I smile sweetly.I didn’t really receive a reply at least I don’t think the finger really counts.
>Mary: what ever happened to you, yes! totally my favorite mendoza line song.Lucinda: this was a classic. I have been waiting for a report on the show, but the drunken advice bit just made it all the better. hilarious post. and I can’t believe the great lakes swimmers were there too. they juyst released this kids’ song called “see you on the moon” that is really great. in fact, it’s the best kids’ song I’ve ever heard, and I’ll say that on Paul McCartney’s grave. what a great night out.
>That was hilarious. And it sounds like a damn good time! And I for one got your cultural references. :)Also, isn’t it great how when you’re drunk and realize the person you’re talking to doesn’t “get” what you’re saying you abrubtly say, “Well, bye!” and take off? I love that! LOL
>Now how can I fault my neighbor’s daughter for playing her bass so loud when I’m sure she can hear me laughing over here? Answer me that. (Still chuckling about your belt buckle…) ;^)
>Just coming by to give you kiss and a hug.{smack}I’m sitting here trying to watch Survivor for MommaK’s sake (who I now am calling Juliet) but I have no idea what’s going on.Don’t drink any more rubbing alchohol. I think it can make you blind. ; )
>Oh god, I so needed a laugh this morning! I am all too familiar with loose-beltbuckle scenarios– I think we can all relate to the horror and warped memories that trickle in the morning after… (Which is what makes your post so hilarious!) Thanks for the chuckle!
>I am thinking I might have to try this in August when I am at the Emmys of course I wont be GETTING one like some people we know lol.I wonder if I can throw up on Ryan Seacrest that would be great blog fodder.My son is in a band I will have to tell him to watch out for drunk housewifes when he gets famous lol.
>I know those expert opinions a little too well. Ugh..the embarassment! Thanks for making me laugh this morning! 🙂
>I should mention, by the way, that the whole reason I was at this concert was because I was reading Dutch’s Sweet Juniper blog and saw The Mendoza Line’s new album cover in his sidebar. I hadn’t checked out the band website in a while and when I did, I noticed they were coming to my town the next month. And the rest is history…Now-jak- Oh, I would have LOVED to be there to see that! :)Harmonica Man- I think you were there… A random dude got up on stage and played harmonica (very well, too) during one of the songs. It kind of freaked the band out. Do you have flowing long blonde hair?Kristen- Do you think I had the presence of mind to take pictures of myself?! Er. No. ;)Mary- I knew you of all people would know all about these guys.Virenda- That’s really clever, heh. I’ll have to write that one down.Dutch- I’ll have to check out that song. Thanks for the tip.Jess- I get the “bye” from my mom- That’s what she always said she said at the end of a retold conversation, when she couldn’t think of anything clever and people were asking “And then what did you say?”Raehan- I tried to watch Survivor last night, too. I couldn’t figure anything out except that the guy who drank the last bottle of wine was an ass for doing it.Wendy- Throwing up on your arm is enough for a really interesting blog post around here. Provided formalwear is involved, celebrities are totally unnecessary… 😉
>Hey, at least you didn’t jump up on the bar and start dancing and screaming for the band’s attention. Not like I’ve ever done that before…
>That is just too good, I’ve actually done that before too, with a local famous band One Second 2 Late. Heard of them?
>No Lucinda, that wasn’t me. Unless… I somehow got real drunk, put on a blonde wig, flew to TN and don’t remember any of it. Naw, who gets that drunk that they don’t remember things?
>Jane’s Addiction and Dukes of Hazzard–c’mon, that’s not liquor talking!! That’s pure genius. They should dedicate their next album to YOU. And Perry Farrell.
>It’s off-topic, but I LOVE the Great Lake Swimmers. LOVE THEM.(singing…)”Spadina, St. George Bay and Yonge,I will never see the sun,Spadina, St. George Bay and Yooonnge…”It’s such a long swim.
>Oh I feel your pain. I also laugh at it.:)What a great story!
>Great post. It’s my first visit and I absolutely love it all.I do that sort of thing all of the time…
>The Mendoza Line is playing here in Austin this weekend for SXSW. I might have to check it out now.Can I use your lines? 😉
>Look at you all partying like a rock star!The undone belt is good, but I tend to stick with the classic: toilet paper streamer stuck to the bottom of the shoe, for maximum drunken retardocity.Um, bye!
>You should definitely go and see them. They’re part of a showcase, I think, so there should be lots of good music.And those of you extolling the virtues of the Great Lake Swimmers are just increasing my shame and discomfort. No, I much prefer to think of them as unknowns in need of my Expert Advice.
>Oh my. Nerdy nerd??? At least he’s laughing about it.Next time turn the camera and take a picture of yourself in all your moonshine glory. Pretty, pretty please? Okay…so when are you coming to VA or do I need to head down there? We have GOT to party like idiots this summer :)xoKissy Lee
>yup, that’s why I love alcohol. it makes me the most interesting person I know…at least in my own inebriated mind. 😉
>You are formally invited to any pool party we have this summer because all the blogging chicks up here have been invited as well. It is sure to be a lively occassion to be had by all. Just help me figure out how to get Susie down here.
>Thank you. Now if I can just help my husband understand why I want to drive up there and leave my family behind to party with probable lesbians (tee hee) I met on the Internet, we’ll be set!
>I would be partying with probable lesbians (tee hee), of course, not my family. As far as I know.
>That is too great. We’ve all done it. I was at my friend’s wedding and proceeded to drink myself stupid. I talked to the groom’s boss and knocked his drink completely out of his hand and across the table. Seriously. Then I said, “Well, bye” and walked away. 😀
>OK, this is too funny. After thirty you are no longer capable of partying like a rock star, know why? Because three drinks will cause you to implode… or take pictures like a wildcat.