“Feelin’ froggy? Thumbs Up!” 9/21/11 Southington CT The Groggy Frogg


My time at the Groggy Frogg commences on a warm overcast evening…

Down bottom: Flared jeans with fat stitching and a very interesting “wash” & brown leather belt

Up top: A striped Tommy Bahama dress shirt, underneath: A white tee shirt with an image printed on the front (we’ll get to that later…)

Rock bottom: Brown leather strappy 4 inch platform pumps

Bag lady status: White leather Coach bag with brown trim and silver hardware

The finisher: Large hoop earring with charms, oversized orange watch, various bangles

Hair day: Decent

Ride or Die: Die (no accomplices)

Order up!: “Sweet Heat” wings, served up very saucy with bleu cheese, they were, well….sweet but with a tad more heat than was necessary, I could have done with a lil less, still tasty nevertheless. Disappointed at the lack of celery, though…

SO ok…I get to “The Frogg” at approximately 8.15p, just in time for the “Timmy Maia Experience” to rock out at 8.30p, the band got a little of a late start but hey, I’m in it for the long haul, so as per usual, I select a table and post up…The Frogg is a little bar/grill tucked away in the seemingly sleepy town of  Southington, CT. THe floors are hardwood, and the overhead beams are adorned with–what else?? Frogs, some stuffed, some metal fabrications, some toys, ALL most definitely frogs. Point made, although I DID notice that none of them appeared especially groggy…lmao..oh well–anyway…there aren’t too many people in The Frogg on this Wednesday evening, again its early so we’ll just hang right on out and see what the rest of the night brings! Scattered folks surrounding the bar, in the back by the patio door there’s a table full of just past middle-aged women that we’ll call the “Golden Girls”, who seemed to be engrossed in very riveting conversation. Not thirsty or hungry at this point since I had had dinner before I came, on to the evening’s festivities: The band, very skillfully lead by frontman “The Human Jukebox” didn’t waste any time with the slow, easy listening tunes, they kicked things off rather quickly, handling a bunch of high energy, up tempo tunes with expert precision…this is good…as I’m more in the mood to chill rather than dance, because I’m in practical joke mode, I’m content for the moment. See, my main purpose in life at The Frogg this night is to prank the Human Jukebox, who attended a party for a  mutual musician friend and got a lil too “wavy” for his own good, which resulted in him posing with 3 older women for one of the many pics that I took of that night, with a human female thumb belonging to one of them casually hanging out in his his mouth…lmao…so me, being the JERK that I am, took that very picture, cropped the women out so as to keep the focus on “the thumb” and had that image printed on the tee-shirt I was wearing at that moment–my plan was to wait until he was singing to do the big reveal, for no reason other than shock value/inside joke purposes–unfortunately it wasn’t time yet, things were too slow, the band while churning out the hits was still a tad too mellow–and so was I, despite the fact that the long sleeved dress shirt I wore over the coup de gras prank tee was HOT…but I”m determined to troop it out in the name of a good laugh…about 30 minutes after I get settled in and the band starts, the room begins to fill up with blue jean clad partiers, varying in age from the damn near geriatric (it was the white hair & orthopaedic sandals that gave her away)…to the very young, which brings me to the “what the hell” moment of the evening: In the front door walks a “man of a certain age” with a very young man who I assumed was at least 21 as everyone was being carded at the door…after greeting a few people, the pair both dressed in jeans and tee shirts walks over to my table, “Annoying Old Dude” then asks if its ok for he and his young buddy (who I later find out is his cousin) to sit, I nod yes and smile, since I was the only one sitting at a 4 person table, it’s nice to be nice right? No good deed ever goes unpunished: after a few mins, “A.O.D” starts watching me, and its CREEPY…I’m sitting there minding my business, casually tapping my finger on the table in time with the music and “A.O.D.” begins to mimick my every movement, including the way I’m sitting and bopping my head….Dear God: WHYYYYY ME???????? I then am thinking that SURELY this guy must be drunk, or buzzed at the very least because WHAT would make him think it’s ok to piss a black woman off who’s been nice to you and is otherwise minding her business? I decide to take the high road and try to ignore him, which works for a few seconds until he realizes he’s being ignored which somehow makes him WANT to be acknowledged, some sort of jacked up version of reverse psych 101…I see him moving in my peripheral vision because I’M STILL IGNORING him…he reaches out his hand to try and touch my arm–OK, NOW I’ve had enough. You DON’T get to touch me, you don’t KNOW me. Hell…even a lot of the people I DO know can’t touch me, lmao…so I move my arm outside of his reach and cast him a look that might have put him 6 feet underground if it was attatched to any sort of mystical powers…he finally (thank God) takes the hint and leaves the table to go talk to a group that just walked in: REPRIEVE at LAST! As he leaves, the most unexpected thing happens: “Young Cousin” who had come with “A.O.D.” leans over to me , smiles and says “I’m sorry about my cousin.” Wow! Manners! I could see that the poor lil guy was sorta embarrassed by “A.O.D.’s” antics so I gave him a smile with “Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault, you shouldn’t be apologizing for him but I appreciate it!” And so the night continues, I’m anxious like a kid waiting for Christmas morning to do my big reveal of the shirt I had made especially for “The Human Jukebox”, I decide to hang out and wait for the second set to start to put my plan into action…

After about a 30 minute break, the band gets back up on stage and kicks things into 2nd gear…at the beginning of the second song, I start unbuttoning the long sleeved shirt over the prank shirt, take it off and put it on the back of my chair, hop off my stool and stand up. I FEEL LIKE A SUPERHERO. I’m so excited I can’t stop grinning as I move towards the dance floor, the band is playing, “The Human Jukebox” is front and center singing his heart out, I take the dance floor by storm but I’m only dancing facing the band so that he can see my handiwork…so I’m dancing, I’m the only one on the floor which is even better, his eyes are closed, he doesn’t see me yet, ok cool, I got patience & the song is good so I’m just hanging out, dancing about 4 feet away facing him and grinning like an idiot…FINALLY he opens his eyes and glances my way: NOTHING. Then I realize that its the stage lights that are blocking his view, so I dance in place for a few seconds longer and move a little closer, he looks again right when he’s about to sing his next note….and HE SEES IT!!!! HE SEES IT! Which made him immediately speechless…songless…noteless…as he stopped singing and put his head down and laughed. HARD….then he turns his back to the crowd, goes to the back wall of the stage and puts his head down, laughing hysterically. The rest of the band was in on the joke and was laughing as soon as I hit the dance floor…The Human Jukebox FINALLY recovers from laughing, returns to the mic and says “WWWWOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!”, and puts his hand up for a high five. GOT HIM!!!! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!! It didn’t matter that no one else but the band got the joke, that’s what “inside” jokes are about, right??? I danced around a few more minutes, we’ll call it a “victory dance”…then returned to my table, tickled that I was able to pull off my mission without a hitch. As coincidence would have it, “The Thumb” just happened to be in attendance that night, The Human Jukebox introduced me to her and showed her the shirt, to which she said “Hey that’s MY THUMB!!!! I WANT THAT SHIRT!!!!” to which I replied “Good luck, you’re on your own there!” After “The Big Reveal”, there really was nothing notable that went on in its wake, besides the rain that was now falling fairly heavily outside, just in time to go home….CLEALRY the best part of the night was watching my friend “The Human Jukebox” when he “dropped the mic and walked out”….of the limelight, at least for a few seconds, to recover from the reprise of what was a pretty wild night. Cheers!


About Drops The Mic and Walks Out

People watcher, lover of most things creative, laugher, daydreamer, intense observer...This blog is merely a recounting of events and experiences that are, well...MINE...although this blog is a work of real events and is NOT intended to hurt, malign, embarrass or otherwise stick anyone out--I won't apologize for offending anyone, if you aren't amused, move your mouse to the upper right hand corner, hover over the "x" and *click*...while you drop your mic and walk out...

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