By the time midnight rolled around, I still could not wrap my mind around the fact that I was partying with The B-52’s.  I figured the carriage was going to turn back in to a pumpkin at any minute.  After an intimate BDay celebration, we took the party on the road.  At some point, Fred wanted to go venture out and about … so we rounded up the troops and headed to Palm Springs’ most raucous dance bar, Toucans.

Toucans is an institution.  A hole-in-the-wall place filled with umbrella drinks, bamboo paneling and a large dance floor.   It was THE perfect choice … tacky lil’ dance bar for my favorite tacky lil’ dance band.   While Fred was busy getting acclimated to the club (and his adoring public), I was busy buying drinks for everyone.  (FYI, Fred is partial to white wine.  Take note.)

Ke$ha’s “Tik Tok” started blaring from the speakers so we headed out on the dance floor to shake our respective bonbons.   I could see the DJ peering his head out.  He finally caught my eye and mouthed the words, “IS.  THAT.  FRED.  SCHNEIDER!?!”  Uh-oh, Fred had been spotted.  Next thing you know the DJ is spinning a killer remix of “Funplex”.  Fred heard two riffs of the song and immediately walked off the dance floor.  Well, sounded good in theory, I suppose.  He didn’t venture back on the dance floor the rest of the evening, but was in good spirits hobnobbing and being social.

Fred has just unleashed a new solo (er, group) project, The Superions.  I just downloaded one of their new singles, “Who Threw That Ham At Me?”  It’s a catchy little ditty.  And, of course, it answers that pressing question about what to do when someone hurls a ham at you.  While you’re downloading, be sure to snag “Totally Nude Island” as well.  Both songs are big slices of yummy … with a toe-tapping riff and off-the-wall lyrics that will forever be seared in to your brain.

We called it a relatively early night.  Sunning myself on a rock like a lizard all day + 12 hours of drinking + hanging out with the B’s + euphoria = total exhaustion.  I did get a nice little text from Fred the next day thanking us for showing him a good time.  It was the least I could do.  The B-52’s have been my idols since 1982, I’m just tickled I got the opportunity to gyrate ‘til I had my fill … just like a pneumatic drill!

And, yes, you read right.  Fred texted me.  That means I’m in his phone.  And his number is in my phone.  I promise only to use it for powers of good.

Somebody pinch me.