Adventures at Jack's Mannequin

The night began as a simple quest. Have a fun, see great band, and make fun of kids who all dress the same even though think they are unique. It’s amazing how one stray prosthetic leg can send you on a different path.

Jenny and I left dinner, Jack’s Mannequin at the Electric Factory bound. We found an excellent parking spot, if I do say so myself, and in we went. Pushing through a crowd of kids that appeared to be up way past their bed time, we made it to the little disabled “pen.” I can only equate it to an inside wooden deck with a ramp. We sat next to this girl on crutches and her friend. The four of us sat along the front railing, making us lucky enough to sit next to the bar area. I know... you’re shocked that there is a bar area. Me too! Any way... Up came a married couple and a kid who I am going to assume was the girl’s brother or gay friend. I have yet to decide. Either way, they were dancing... Well the gay best friend/brother, lets call him Justin, was dancing, the husband on the other hand was doing something that is going to haunt me in my sleep. I don’t want to go into more detail in case you have fantastic imaginations and you can envision the things I saw. How anyone can have rhythm that is opposite of the beat boggles my mind. I digress, it was nearing the end of the concert and the band had begun their encore when a drunk Justin turns to Jenny and I and yells, “Are you ready for this?” Me being the smart ass that I am responds with, “I don’t think anyone is ready for you.” He didn’t seem to get it. Then he turns to the girl next to us and the following dialogue begins...

“Come on! Are you ready to JUMP!?” says Justin, excitedly.
“Well, No, I am on crutches,” declared the girl next to me... on crutches.
“It’s cool! I have a prosthetic leg.”
To which I said, dripping with sarcasm, “Of course you do...”
“No seriously! LOOK!”

Then Justin proceeds to take off his leg and placed it on the banister in front of us. That just happened. Just when I thought it couldn’t get weirder, Justin hands his leg to the crowd. The kid he handed it to looked insanely confused, shrugged his shoulders as to say whatever, and then sent the leg crowd surfing. All the kids who were taking pictures of the show turned in unison to snap pictures of the leg floating over the sea of people like a buoy in rough waters, only funnier. The only thing that could top that sight, was the reaction Justin had to the incident. Crutches girl - “Don’t you need that to walk?!” Justin, very nonchalant - “Meh, yeah.” This friends seemed to unfazed by the whole scenario, as though he does this kind of thing regularly. There’s Justin, passing his leg around again.

I feel like many missed connections could have been written that night... Here are a few that I imagined...

To now potentially legless drunk kid at Jack’s Mannequin Concert - W4M - 27:
I have seen a lot of shit in my day, but I have to tell you seeing your leg crowd surf over a packed house of 15 year olds was probably the greatest thing of all time. Thank you for making my night a little better.

To My Leg - M4NoGender - 4:
We were together for four years. You kept me supported and upright, allowing me to walk through the world without falling over. In a drunken state I sent you away. It’s been a few days and I miss your support. Leg, if you’re reading this, please email, text or poke me on FaceBook.