Okay, let's go back to the beach ball drop at the Cowboy Mouth concert. One of the Twins grew attached to one of the beach balls and wanted to take it home with her, because how else would she remember the concert? (At that time there had "only" been a call-out from the stage.)
Somehow I became the protector of the ball. I stuffed it under my shirt and I looked quite pregnant. I straddled it with my feet. I had it in my arms.
At that time a Man in a Blue Patterned Shirt slowly reached out and gently wrested the ball away from me, explaining, "Mrfsha whrr mmmmhhhh."
"Excuse me," I asked.
"Mmsh mh mhhhhh," he said, slowly this time. Gary gave him a sidelong glance and the Drunkest Man Ever In a Blue Patterned Shirt handed the ball to him. Gary gave it back to me. Damn, I thought, that man is drunk.
A few minutes later, I was on all fours on the ground. If you haven't been to a Cowboy Mouth show, this is part of the crowd participation.
Gary said, "I can't do it. I can't get all the way on the ground. I'm too old."
Drunk Man chimed in. "Zzzaaaaa mhhh muzzsa!"
Gary just looked at Drunk Man's face, said, "I cannot understand you," and turned away. Then, Marcia stepped on my hand and my attention was diverted.
I didn't think of the Drunk again until about forty-five minutes later, when Marcia, Gary, and I were in line waiting for the shuttle. Something made me think of Drunkest Man Ever In A Blue Patterned Shirt, and I whirled to Gary and exclaimed, "Oh, my God, how DRUNK was that drunk guy?"
Gary's face froze. His eyes widened. He whispered "hush" out of the corner of his mouth like a gangster. Then, he looked at Marcia and she began to laugh. Gary looked even more alarmed and stared pointedly at the man standing in line directly in front of me wearing a Blue Patterned Shirt. Oh! THAT'S what made me think of Drunk Guy! He was standing right in front of me! Amazing how the mind works.
It took a little while for Marcia and Gary to stop giggling at me.
Then, the line spread out, Drunk Man was out of earshot and we giggled at him instead. He was being propped up by his friends because he was too drunk to stand. After the Friends of Drunk Man loaded him into a shuttle, there was still an extra seat. I volunteered Marcia, but she demurred. She explained she didn't want him puking on her. Instead she sat with the driver on the next shuttle and made fun of Drunk Man to her.
We caught up to Drunk Man in the parking lot, still being assisted by his friends. They helped him into a passenger seat, thank God. Marcia has a photo of him.