There we were again in a tropical island bar owned by the well-tanned locals. Its funny how karaoke is such a craze on these warm Pacific islands. I guess the locals have no other form of entertainment. Anyhow, like many other times, Sasha and I gad spent the day lying out, snorkeling, napping, and then having a nice, candle-lit seafood dinner. By about 12 am local time, we were feeling very good from the fruit and alcohol that coursed through our veins. Our skin was turning a warm brown, and we were in a playful mood.
We tried our hand at a couple of songs. Sasha always sounds good. We weren't really paying attention to anyone else, and there weren't many people to pay attention to anyway. I sang an old song from the 60's called "Little Red Ridin' Hood" by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs. I wasn't too bad. It's a sexy little song. I walked back to our table and took a sip of my umpteenth mixed island brew as Sasha buried her face in the karoake songbook.
As we were sitting there, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and this middle-aged guy in a ball cap, Hawaiian shirt, jeans, and boots says, "Hey. Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, right?"
I was surprised anyone would have known that. I was impressed, and I raised my drink up and smiled and said, "Yeah. How did you know that? That's pretty good."
The guy smiled and said, "Man, I love that song."
As he was talking, Sasha wasn't really paying attention. She was trying to find that perfect song. The man seemed to look familiar, but my buzz was not allowing me to realize who this laid-back dude was.
"My wife said she thought that Paul Revere and he Raiders sang that song, but I swore to her it was Sam the Sham."
"Yes," I said. "It's definitely Sam the Sham." I shook his hand and smiled.
"You two are pretty good," he said. "We've been watching you for awhile."
This caught Sasha's attention. I looked at Sasha as she looked up at him. I saw immediately that the very presence of this man put an excitable gleam in her eye. Sensing that there was something more to Sasha's reaction, I immediately looked back at him, and then it hit me. Like a ton of bricks it hit me. This man before us was none other than Billy Bob Thornton. It was all we could do to speak, but I managed to eek out, "Why don't you sing one?"
"Oh, I've been thinking about it, but I'm not quite sure yet." Billy Bob looked at us and asked us if we were married, and that he and his wife had been watching us and how much fun we had been having. Trying desperately not to let on that we knew who he was, Sasha asked, "Would you and your wife like to join us?"
"We thought you'd never ask," he said excitedly. "I'll go get Angie.
Sasha and I looked at each other in utter amazement. Sasha grabbed my hands and almost popped out of her seat. "Oh, my God! I can't believe this!!"
I told Sasha to play it cool. "Whatever you do, don't let on that we know who they are." I was just as excited as she was. "Shh. Here they come."
Billy Bob led his wife to our table. She was wearing sandals, a white summary dress with a breezy, sleeveless white shirt. She had her hair down with one yellow flower in her hair.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your names," Billy Bob stated. "I'm Billy, and this is Angie."
We all stood and shook hands.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sasha said as she met eyes with Angelina.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well," Angelina said as she cocked her right eyebrow with a sexy confidence.
Billy and I saw Angelina's subtle gesture and looked at each other with a smile and an unspoken understanding. They sat down with us.
"Let me get us a round of drinks," Billy said as he motioned for the waiter. "Ahh, hell. Drinks are on me tonight."
"You two sure are having fun," Angelina said. "Are you on your honeymoon?"
"No," I said. "We just like to come and relax and get away from it all."
"Well, you're both good singers, and you're funny, too. I like that. I think that's sexy, don't you, Billy?"
"Yeah, babe. Awe, shit. We don't even know your names," Billy said.
"I'm Sasha, and this is Brian."
Angelina asked, "Well, weren't you going to sing something for me, baby?"
"Oh, yeah. Brian, what do you think? You've got good taste in music. What should I sing?"
I was too nervous and excitable to think straight, so I just said (as if I knew what I was talking about), "Well, let us hear you sing one and see how you do, and then, I'll think of one for you."
"allright," he said. "I'm going to try one out." Billy walked over to the karoake man.
Still pretending to not be awestruck, I asked, "So, are you two here on your honeymoon?"
"No, we're just taking a vacation, kind of like you guys."
The waiter brought us all beer instead of fruity drinks. Sasha and I didn't question it.
"He loves beer," Angelina said as she placed the longneck to her beautiful lips. She looked at both of us as she swallowed. "I bet you two are a lot of fun."
We grinned and gave her a dose of our sexy, cocked eyebrows as if to let her wonder.
Billy began singing "Peaceful Easy Feeling" by the Eagles. He sounded great. As the night wore on, we shared stories, drank beer, and switched off singing with one another. By the end of the night, we had laughed ourselves silly and were snockered. As we departed the karoake bar, Billy and I made plans to play golf the next day while Sasha and Angelina agreed to lay out together on the beach. We all hugged and went to our cabanas.
THE NEXT DAY
We all met the next morning. Oh, hell, I won't lie. It was more like noon. After a nice breakfast, Billy and I headed out to the links while Sasha and Angelina headed for the beach. Billy and I had a blast. Neither one of us was a good golfer, but it was great fun to drink a few beers and shoot the shit. As we got to know each other a little better, Billy asked me if Sasha had ever had any experiences with a woman. I was hoping to God I knew where this was going.
"Well, Billy, yes. Yes, she has."
"Really," he seemed interested. "Well, uh, I want to ask you something, and I'll perfectly understand if you're not cool with it."
"No, go ahead, Billy, ask."
Billy cautiously approached the subject, "Well, I'm not into guys or anything."
I broke his nervousness with, "Don't worry. Neither am I."
"Phew. That's good. We didn't think you were. So, what me and Angie would like to propose is that you and Sasha come over to our place tonight, and if anything was to happen between Sasha and Angie, well, then would that be cool?"
"Billy," I said with 100% confidence, "not only would that be cool, you would fulfill a fantasy for both me and Sasha. I appreciate the fact that you're even having trouble asking this."