Knitting Club- From the basement to the bar

So when people think of a Knitting Club (because CLEARLY it's something that people think about all the time) they think of some creepy old ladies, sitting around drinking tea and talking about gout and hip replacements.  The ladies and I are a little different, instead of knitting alone in our basements like the introverted creeps we really are, we haul our hot asses out to the only place in Thorsby willing to have us, (and by have us, I mean the only place open past 7:00 pm) the Thorsby Hotel Bar.

So every Wednesday 4 or 5 of us Mama's head on down to the Ol' Hotel Bar for a bit of chit chat over a little knitting, a vast amount of beer and way too many cigarettes for ladies that have (for all intents and purposes) quit smoking.   Wednesdays bring the comforting scents of deep fryer and urinal cake, the gross, skinny, white guys that insist on playing terrible, terrible rap on the Jukebox, and lets not forget about the old guys that have to come by our table and leer at our knitting needles..... "Are you knitting..... in the bar?"  Yes, yes we are, are you really only missing 17 teeth?

These are  just the regular creeps, every week someone new and exciting shows up.  There was the girl with "Bubbles" glasses that repeatedly said "teach me to knit, my grandma taught me once when I was like this tall....." and "you guys all remind me of my grandma"  Becuase that's what a 27 year old lady wants to hear when they are out ATTEMPTING to have an evening out.  "So it's just a series of slip knots right?"  GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!  Gah! 

"Teach me to knit" has come about repeatedly in our weekly outtings and each time I say "bring your needles and yarn and I'll teach you"  and I'm not lying I really will... but don't sit down at my table and waste my fucking time if you don't really want to learn, or in most cases if you don't have the mental capacity and muscular dexterity to do so..... OH AND there are the ass clowns that week after fucking week, request knitted socks.... REALLY????   Have you ever worn knitted socks?  I have, they're terrible!  They don't stretch enough to accomodate a proper foot, they're itchy, they're too tight on top and most of all, do you have a fucking clue how long they would take(me) to make, go and buy your self some GD tube socks for a quarter of the price!!!!  You knowv sometimes knitting in the bar is soooo not worth the trouble.  On the up side, there is a jukebox and beer, so I guess I'll deal with the creeps.