Tattoos, hot weather and bad dancing

Published 12:00 am Saturday, June 3, 2006

What is it about the city of Montgomery that makes it extra hot in the summertime? I didn't know if it was me or the hot flashes, but as soon as I stepped out of my car Saturday afternoon at the Montgomery Jubilee CityFest, I felt the heat off of the concrete rising up and my mascara sweating down my face. Oh, well.

I was all excited this year about Jubilee CityFest because I really wanted to see Foghat and Steppenwolf in concert. Foghat was big in the 70s and 80s, and Steppenwolf has been riding &#8220The Magic Carpet Ride” since at least 1967.

When I told a friend of mine that I couldn't wait to hear Steppenwolf, she said, &#8220Who's he?”


My friend, as you can obviously tell, is a tad bit younger than I amŠhere comes that age thing againŠ

Um, excuse me, but Steppenwolf is not a he. That's like asking if Lynard Skynard is a &#8220he.” (Now, everyone should know that Lynard Skynard sang &#8220Sweet Home Alabama.”-just checkingŠ)

Anyway, back to the CityFest. Here I am lugging all my belongings up and down the streets trying to find my way to the rock and roll stage. Even though it's 120 degrees in the shade, I find a spot and park my chair.

Now, one of the most entertaining things anyone can do, and if we're honest, we'll admit that most of us do this, is people-watch. I'm sitting in my chair, eating a $6 Polish dog with onions and peppers and drinking a $3 lemonade. See, once you're inside, they know they can charge outrageous prices for food and drinks, and you're stuck. Oh, well. That's just all part of it.

Now was the time that I began to notice the people filling in around me. Talk about interesting. I'm seeing a lot of gray hair and a lot of &#8220dunlap's” disease, and I'm starting to get a little worried. You see, I soon realized that I fit right in.

Of course, Samson, my 21-pound tomcat, is proud of his &#8220dunlap” disease. He gave up trying to suck in his stomach a long time ago.

Finally, Foghat hit the stage. They were great. However, there was this very avid fan right in front of me who got so excited, he was dancing in his chair. Then, he began dancing on the edge of his seat. The next thing I know, he's taking off his shirt and stands up to dance.

Now, let's be clear about something. When he took his shirt off, he at least had on an undershirt. I could understand the heat and everything, but it's not like I was getting to look at Fabio or Richard Gere or even George Clooney. The anticipation I was feeling was from the fear that he might take off the rest of his clothes, and, well, then I would have just had to move.

And, bless his heart, he was trying to dance, but somewhere along the way, he missed that family gene, so that just added to the trauma of my having to sit behind him.

After attending the Jubilee CityFest, I'm thinking about getting one of those big butterfly tattoos across my lower back just like I saw on this woman who was at the concert. You know, the kind that you have to wear your shirt way up and your pants way low so you can see it? Yep, Samson and I have decided to get matching tattoos. Of course, then I'd have to get a big, fat tattoo of his hero, Garfield, and I'm still deciding on that one.

Regina Grayson is managing editor of The Luverne Journal. She can be reached at 335-3541 or by email,: