The Walk of Shame
Yes, we’ve all been there! We’ve had that Saturday morning, the light piercing not only the darkness of the room, but of the groggy memories of the night before! One of my favorite little gems, that I really do adore, is watching the cars get picked up on Saturday and Sunday mornings. I love sitting in my office, with the curtains pulled open, to watch the flurry of activity in my parking lot. The feeling of a used car lot slowly evaporates, as more return to pick up their vehicle. With each new drop off, another walk of shame, I get to watch from my sanctuary in the back of the bar.
As Halloween is getting closer, I know that my favorite weekend for “watching the walk” is fast approaching! This will be my third Halloween in business, as my Grand Opening was actually held Halloween weekend. I will never forget that Sunday morning, after a night of huge success, and being shocked at the number of cars left in my lot. Little did I know, that this would become one of my favorite mornings of the entire year!
We offer a fantastic breakfast at Lamasco, we open daily at 7am, so it is not too unusual to have many of our night-time customers join us for Bloody Mary’s and biscuits and gravy! What I was not expecting were the droves of people still in their tattered costumes and make-up gone awry from the night before! It was one of these couples, that is to date, my favorite walk of shame of all time.
The night before, she was a fabulously sexy kitten, playing the part to a tee. He, a muscle-bound super-hero, a caped and masked man for all time. They drank, they flirted, they drank a little more. These strangers made an intimate connection and bond, over jagerbombs and shots of tequila, that would last at least through the night. I knew they were strangers, as the kitten was somewhat of a regular, and knew this was her first encounter with the hero.
I didn’t see them leave together, but their appearance the next morning will forever be etched in my memory. She, high heels in hand, a leotard, no kitten ears, but that tail still trailing behind her. Black mascara and eyeliner smeared to a charcoal gray all around her eyes; hair piled messily at the top of her head, tendrils falling around her face. The masked man was no longer hidden, but behind a 5:00 o’clock shadow. The muscle suit was gone, but he must have been convinced the cape brought him his luck, as he was still donning the last piece to his costume. They shared a brief and awkward kiss in the parking lot. The kitten slinked off, and the super hero flew from the lot in his truck.
Lamasco is hosting our first large-scale event this Halloween, four night of music, multiple bands, outdoor staging, vendors, and a whole host of shenanigans. The theme nights for costumes, are going to be fantastic; from sci-fi, to zombies, hillbillies and Cowboys/Indians! My imagination is already running wild with the possibilities…..
Cheers,
Amy
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