This hot young chick wearing a Jimmy Carter T-shirt was tending bar. She was turning away everyone else from drinks because it was so late. I played my best hand and pretended to be with the band. It was some group called Bury the Hatchet or something.  Anyhow, I gave it my best shot but she said no go. I asked how she got into her tight fitting pants, and she had me kicked out of the bar.  I always wondered what happened to her and the band, but figured she would never forget them and never remember my name.