Hella Good Time

Adam had to run sound last night for his uncle's band at a venue out in Garland. While I'm enjoying a leisurely walk with my dog, he calls me to relay the remarkable oddities of his afternoon and begs of me to join him in his amusement. I don a lovely 1950's-esque brown strappy dress and brown/cream saddle shoe pumps and drive for what seems like an eternity until I burst at the seams with comical mirth. Before me, is a large beige warehouse with the words "Hella Shrine" painted upon it.
I gather up my serious face and as I glide past the glass case lined with shelf upon shelf of ornately adorned fezes, I see a ballroom full of military uniforms, most, relics of time, and a handful of freshly purchased ones, accompanied by young ladies in fancy dress. It is certainly a sight to behold and as the former American Bandstand one-hit wonders take the stage, I am transported through the decades of every soldier in that room.

While peering down my cleavage, the lovely elderly veteran bartenders served up potent and FREE whiskey and cokes, making for a rather difficult time rising on this cloudy morning. Though my mischevious puppy yanking my multi outlet out of the wall (containing my alarm clock) in order to chew my phone charger could have also complicated that matter!