The Story of the Bettie in the Volksie Disco Van who shut her Window on Me!

Merri 2011 to all who frequent this blog! I thought that it was high time I wrote something. I have some ideas for Future Blog Posts and Stories, but for now a quick story. A "Bettie Story" if you will. Yes, it is a "Bettie Story" - I know you guys secretly enjoy them, especially when I come out 2nd best. Ha, read on and enjoy! The name of this story is: "The Story of the Girl in the Volksie Disco Van who shut her Window on Me!"

A few months back, 1 of my "huismaats" Michael "P-Mickey" Edge and I had attended a concert or recital by the Discovery Gospel Choir, it was an awesome evening of melodious choral harmonies (You get me?) and heart-wrenching renditions of Nkosi 'Sikelel'iAfrika and other such beautiful and weighty hymns and ballads. We headed back to our vehicle only to find that our car had been clamped because we had parked in a parking lot without "Payeen & Displayeeen", even though we did actually try to pay & display but the machine did not want to accept our coinage.  What ensued was about an hour and a half of sitting in the car listening to music and venteeen about how ridiculous Dublin Parking is. Anyhow, 120 Quid later, we were out of there and back on the road heading to our house which had become our Home: The Old Mill!

As Puff-Mickey steered us homeward, we dreamt about whiling away the rest of the eve by just chilling in front of a roaring fire, sipping on red wine and maybe taking in a moving picture via DVD. An evening that was indicative of our youth and manliness, as you can see!! Along the N11 we drove pursuing our dream, when at one intersection we saw a strange sight, it seemed to be Volksie Bus (Caravelle) with purple and green Disco lights flashing inside of it. This  Disco Bus came from a side street and merged into our road just ahead of us. Mike and I exclaimed, almost in unison: "Wo, check that Volksie Disco Van!" At this point, we were just trailing it, but P-Mickey whipped out his skills and sped up so that we were astride with the Volksie Disco Van driving toward Town. Once astride, we noticed a curious thing: Girls. Yip, the Volksie Disco Van was chock-a-block with young Female Womens seemingly on their way to a Big Headache, I mean Big Night Out...

So there we were, driving alongside this Volksie Disco Van when suddenly Puffer and myself spontaneaously broke into dance, just to see what would happen. Would the girls look and think we're super-groovie and great moves-busters or would they,  in utter contempt, command their driver to speed away? (Un?)Surprisingly enough they smiled and joined in with us, nodding their heads and pumping their fists to the phat grooves man. What a moment! Then we sped off,  having achieved our goal for the evening: Girls looking at us and chuckling and joining us in a seated move or 2.

The evening was back on track, but now with just an extra little unplanned moment of joy. "Back to Old Mill and our moving picture!", someone may or may not have exclaimed. Or so we thought! Michael squeezed the accelerator and eased away. "Night Girls, thank you for the dance." What happened next was not planned: A Red Robot (Yes, I am just embracing my roots: It's a ROBOT damnit!)!

Fast forward 2 seconds and there we were stopped at a red robot astride a Volksie Disco Van with Betties within, again we looked across at the flashing lights and almost hypnotised by their radiance (the lights' radiance not the girls', not that they weren't radiant of course, but ... aaah, forget it) Mike and I broke into another round of Busteen but this time we whipped out our very best stuff - Rhythmnic fist-pumps and  a couple of audible "Woops Yeahs!". Inevitably (SCORE!) the Bettie tried to open her window, she couldn't though so the driver had to reach behind him and do it for her. Shame. Anyway, her window came down and between sips of her warm-up drink she said: "Hey" we replied with a very chillaxed "Yozers!" She then seemed to turn to her friends and say something like: "These guys R so hip and manly and legendary-looking!" Well, those may not have been her exact words, but those make the most sense to me. She then leaned back out her window and asked "Where are you going?" Without a 2nd thought P-Micks and myself answered at once. Gray: "Thatta way" pointing forward , through the windscreen, down the road. Mike: "Whelans" (A Pub/Club in Dubs). At that the young Bettie pulled herself back into her Volksie Disco Van and shut her window. The Robot went green and Mike and I chuckled all the way home to our fire. End of story.

Lessons from "The Story of the Bettie in the Volksie Disco Van who Shut her Window on Me":

1. I like busting moves even if it is in the car. It makes me happy.

2. My legendary Housemate Mike is incredibly quick on his feet and has the thought-processing speed brain of some animal with a really high thought-processing speed brain. He was able to make us sound a lot more hip than we actually were. 

3. Girls don't like the honesty of telling them the "trute" straight up. They close their windows on you.

4. I like living stories and then remembering them, writing them down, and chuckling all over again.

So that is it, "The Story of the Girl in the Volksie Disco Van who closed her Window on Me!"

Chat soon.

Love,

Spinach.