Pixie Dust

The Magic of the Scabs
January 31, 2008, 12:55 pm
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It’s a bizarre magic that takes over an evening with The Scabs. For most of my fellow Scabs Survivors it’s an out of body experience of sorts, where you commit acts that are completely out of character and have no certainty of where you will sleep until you wake up the next morning.

And then phase two of your Scabs adventure begins as you piece the night together over the days that follow and examine yourself with a blend of shock and disbelief with a dash of shame and a touch of pride. Of course, you keep that pride hidden because you know that no one will understand why you admire this reckless, trashy, vulgar side of yourself.

Talk to others who’ve been to a Scabs show. They’ll understand.

So this year’s Eve of New Year’s Eve worked out perfectly for a night with The Scabs. It’s been several years now since my last Scabs adventure, in fact the only one I can even remember was six years ago when I first moved to Austin. (You’ll have to ask me about that one in person over drinks.)

Originally, I had a date with a guy to see the Austin Pops…should have been a very elegant evening with a nice dinner and nice music. But the universe had other plans and sent my best friend from college whirling into town at the last minute and The Scabs were exactly what we needed.

We arrived at Antone’s and sauntered up to the bar for Tito’s & Tonics…a delicious treat as I programmed my address into Sharona’s phone just in case she needed to find her way home without me at some point. We were excited and anxious to see what the night would hold for us as the crowd closed in and the Scabs took the stage.

There was dancing…singing…flirting…Tito’s & Tonics…and then the lights came up and we found ourselves wondering what had happened to our night that promised ridiculous shenanigans and secrets we would take to our graves.

We pondered where we went wrong as we feasted on pizza from Roppolo’s around the corner. We lamented the run-of-the-mill concert experience as we rode in the cab back to my place. And then halfway home, I realized I did not have my keys. Here it was.

The cabbie turned back to downtown and dumped us out at Antone’s door; the bouncer reluctantly let us in and we searched every inch of the club as the staff hosed off the floor. No keys. We traced our steps back to Roppolo’s to find where we might have dropped them. I couldn’t remember taking them out of my purse, much less leaving them somewhere. Still no keys.

It was well past 3am at this point and we were back at the house assessing our chances of getting a locksmith out to let us in. We spoke with someone on the phone who said he’d be there shortly, and in our post-Scabs haze this made perfect sense to us. We waited…and waited…and then called another cab and found a hotel.

The desk clerk at the Holiday Inn Express grinned as we walked in, checked us in, and said, “Must be a love triangle gone bad.” We took our keys and walked up to the room with no comment and no idea what he was talking about. We smelled like booze and smoke and had no way to brush teeth or wash our faces or take out contacts…not the best conditions for a rest.

In the morning, we called my pet sitter and begged her to let us into the house…called our fourth cab and headed home.

I never did find my keys. But I’ll never forget how I lost them!


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