THERE'S A PARTY GOIN' ON AT THE WAFFLE HOUSE

Yesterday(Monday, February 23, 2015), Deacon Wright(Tribe of Joseph) dropped me off at CHUCK E CHEESE(Albany Mall), with $100 in cash freshly in my usually empty pockets, so I could 'catch up' with Pastor(Rev. Solomon Loud, Jr.). After I had eaten half of my first pizza in over 2-years, I joined Pastor Loud along his fast-paced walk, consisting of 5-miles worth of circuits around the mall's perimeter, to breathlessly confess my past sins. Following this gruelling workout, I politely declined his offer to drive me back over to our friendly(& close to my motel room) Monroe Street Church, and went to Mickey D's to treat myself to some ice cream. Then, after waiting across the street, for the last bus back to the downtown transportation center(which I soon realized that I had already missed), I decided to just create a party for myself. I forsook my lonely bus stop, & proceeded directly to WAFFLE HOUSE #1137, where I ordered coffee(there's none left in my lonely motel room) w/ice water, and proceeded to explore the tunes available on the JUKEBOX. There were very few customers in the 'store' during the next six-hours, while I played for NED'S staff, continuous 'hymns' to the past, which most senior citizens enjoy immensely. The 'digital format' jukebox, with touch-screen operation & dueling 'gobble-dollar' bill-changers,




'housed' a near-inexhaustible supply of tunes, which I methodically(& alphabetically) worked my way through, ending with DR. HOOK(begin next 'session' with the DRIFTERS' "Under The Boardwalk"), at approximately(it's always just before- or just after-9 by their 'ailing' wall-clock) 2 AM. I spent thirty dollars on my 'party,' at a 25-tunes/per $5 rate; I would offer the young waitstaff $1 for correctly guessing the mystery artist, and following several amazing correct 'guesses,' I realized that those 'cheating hearts' could read the touch-screen display, from behind the counter, where they normally toiled-mindlessly-away. Great FUN was had by all, and so, I'm planning to invite all the entertainment-starved seniors in my Albany-network, to a similar 'dance party,' one week-end night soon, so our tunes & 'bucks' can invigorate the local economy, just by meeting at the iconic & friendly WAFFLE HOUSE!

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