Blast From The Past

Raunchy- Bill Justis

All throughout the night, George Paul John and Ringo had me try all kinds of drinks I'd never had before. Vodka, Chardonnay, red wine, Champagne etc... Our poor waitress was probably getting tired of getting all of the different drinks for us. Paul couldn't believe that I'd never had alcohol before and treated it like I was missing out on another world. The others were surprised too but Paul was amazed by it the most. He was aflame to see my reaction to all of the different drinks. I didn't mind doing it. It's fun to try new things and it's funny to see Paul this excited about alcohol. I was actually a little flattered that him and the other Beatles were doing this with me.

I could feel myself and the others getting drunk. My body felt warm, cozy and numb. Everything was much more exciting than it was 30 minutes ago. Conversation became 20 times more interesting, everyone was becoming more attractive and every song that was playing on the jukebox became so much better than it was before. I was in a giggly mood. Everything was hilarious to me.

"Okay, okay, okay." Paul said giggling to himself. "Now I want you to try... Jack Daniels whisky! Oh you'll love it Meg."

"Go easy on the girl. You want to drown her in whisky" George said.

"I think I have to agree with George on this one. I've had enough drinks to cover myself for a year." I say putting my hand to my forehead.

"Oh come on. Just one more?"

"Paul. If I have one more I will either pass out or throw up." I said over-dramatically

"Alright, fine." He said stubbornly.

The jukebox across the room changed songs from Please Mr. Postman by; The Marvelettes (which the Beatles do a cover of) to Raunchy by; Bill Justis.

Raunchy is definitely one of my favorite songs. My dad used to play it on the guitar when I was little and would pretend to be a cowboy. It had an old country feel to it. I listened to The old Rock n' roll song play throughout the pub.

"Aye George listen, it's your song!" John shouted. The others exclaimed in excitement.

"Why is this 'George's song'?" I asked.

"This song is what got em' in the group." John said blowing cigarette smoke out of his mouth.

"George can play Raunchy better than the record." Paul said sipping his beer.

"Well, I'll have to hear you play it sometime. It's one of my favorite songs."

"It sounds like a deal." He winked at me.

We all snapped and rocked to the beat of the song. We tried to sing along as best as we could even though there were no lyrics. I closed my eyes and slowly swayed to the music, to feel to beat.

As my eyes were closed, I felt Someone's hands grab mine and try to pull me up from my seat. I looked up from the table and saw Paul standing right in front of me, toughing on my arm.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"Come on."

"Where?"

"We're going to dance." He said jokingly.

"Oh no, I promise you don't want to see me dancing. I'm a terrible dancer." I said Laughing. I hate dancing. I always have and Paul wasn't going to change my mind about that.