Long Live the Amigos!

Today at work a song I hadn't thought about in a long time popped into my head. The song? A ditty called Auntie Sylvia. If you havent heard of that song no worries, it was a song my friend Scott had written for his band The Raging Artichokes back in 1989. Thinking about that tune reminded me of the first time I heard it. Back in 1989 Scott and I along with our friend Colin were not the most popular kids at our school. We were't preppy or rich enough to fit in. We didnt mind though. We started calling ourselves the 3 amigos. Well it was cool at the time. Anyhow in the spring of '89, Scott made it into our school's battle of the bands. Colin and i showed up to support our friend. The odds were stacked against Scott. He was going to be playing almost all originals and would be steering clear of preppy favorites like Depeche mode and the Cure. These groups would be covered by just about every band that night. Anyhow Colin and i had been drinking beer for a few hours before the show and showed up just a bit tipsy. A couple of the cool teachers who were admitting us noticed but just laughed and let us in. We took a seat and the beer really kicked in. We were going to be ok as long as we stayed clear of our vice principal mr Vrieswick. He had a reputation of sucking the fun out of everything. We had secretly nick named him Indiana Vrieswick as he always seemed to be on an adventure when he would put an end to our good times. Anyhow about an hour in we had to use the washroom. Four pitchers of beer will do that to you. On our way out Colin went up to a blond female and commented on her breasts,i chimed in as well and commented they were nice. Unfortunately it turned out to be our writers craft teacher. Don't worry though she was cool about it when we appologized the following Monday. After we finished up in the washroom,who was waiting for us? Indiana Vrieswick himself on his own last crusade. He said he was tired of watching us stumble around all night and asked us to leave or we would be suspended. I started to protest. Scott hadnt been on yet and no way was i missing his set. Colin shut me up and told Indy we would leave. Of course he was lying. We hid in the upstairs girls bathroom for about half an hour in the dark. Then we snuck into the room where the spotlights were being shone an the bands. Also from this room the show was being recorded. Scott came out and kicked ass and totally rocked out. The preppy bastards in the audience as expected didnt care for his music and some boos were heard. Of course i decided i should yell my appreciation as loud as i could. This didnt sit well with the 7 a-holes lighting the stage and taping the show. They surrounded us and started telling us to shut the f up and asked us to get out. Colin looked at them and said "make me." Colin is about 6'5 tall and kind of scary but lets be honest 2 drunken guys against 7 sober guys? We were about to get our asses kicked. Apparently these guys didnt like the odds and one of them said "we better go get help." Remembering that we were facing suspension if we got caught by Short Rounds buddy Indy,we left. We hung around ouside for about 15 minutes until people started coming out. We figured we would ask who won and see what "cure" cover band beat our friend the 3rd amigo. We were pleasantly surprised when we heard Scott had won!! Good triumphed over evil! The Amigos ruled all!! What we didnt know was that in his victory speech he had thanked "the drunken duo" of Colin and Jay. After the show Indy had walked up to Scott and true to form attempted to ruin his night. He told Scott he shouldnt have mentioned we were drunk and went on to say he had kicked us out. Scott was a little surprised and shocked when we came running in and started hooting and hollering. I tried to high five him and fell on my ass. We managed to escape before Indy could find us and whip us. Anyhow it was a long story today. Its amazing the memories that came back today all because that song popped into my head. Cheers!