Last night’s SWIG show at the King’s Arms Pub was brilliant — pub food, beer, and great music, all of which was expected. The recent addition of Sara to the band rounds out their sound wonderfully, and (I’m sure much to her chagrin) her relatively short skirt provided a moment of hilarity near the end of their second set.

Throughout the night, as I’m not terribly used to spending any time in a place where people go angling for the opposite sex with any regularity, I occupied myself with observing various men and women chatting one another up, and had the good fortune to witness one particular stereotypically jock-ish, short, stocky, collar-popped sort of individual, completely and wholly fail to impress the ladies a number of times. After he downed a few beers and struck out with four women, it was evidently time to break the seal — only, to get to the bathroom, he had to pass directly between our table and the band. In doing so, he gave Sara one of those “hey baby” type wink and points, and after passing, stopped to crane his neck for a full three or four seconds at her legs. We all witnessed it, and after he entered the bathroom, Mark said “subtle!” into the mic mid-song, at which point we all lost our composure — the band, us, and a few tables behind us.

To the band’s credit they carried on playing with only a minimal amount of disturbance, until the douchebag left the bathroom and strode purposefully past without glancing in either direction — obviously he’d heard what had happened after he passed, and didn’t want to repeat his own embarassment. Too bad that fact wasn’t lost on us either, at which point Bill started laughing so hard he was having serious trouble singing. We didn’t stay too much longer, but I didn’t see him the rest of the night — either he left after his moment of ignominity or he decided to try his hand at the dance floor upstairs. Either way, a good time was had by all — well, all except for the dude that just had to whip his neck around to check out Sara’s stems.