If any strangers wander into my blog world, they’ll see I live in NYC and they’ll picture a night on the town meaning that I got dressed up in fancy clothes, went off to some well-known club and sipped champagne all night. They’re going to be terribly disappointed to find out the truth – that I have simple tastes, no life and that just getting to go out with friends is a big deal to me.
Our trek into the city for dinner with Dave and to listen to Bruce play and sing was an extremely well organized affair. I told Dolores and Larry that I had no idea where we would eat, what time we would leave or how we planned on traveling. Dolores had been forewarned about my lack of long term planning so her & her husband were kind enough to tolerate of all this.
It was decided that we would drive in with Larry at the wheel. Miraculously, we found a parking spot right in front of Googie’s. This did not require the usual driving around for hours waiting for someone to pull out. It just magically appeared.
We got out of the car and walked maybe 5 steps towards the restaurant where we would be meeting Dave when my cell phone rang. It was Dave saying the restaurant was closed. Dolores was horribly disappointed because we promised her that she would get to taste Mexican food for the very first time (Taco Bell does not count). Luckily, we found another Mexican restaurant close to the club so we didn’t have to starve and Dolores discovered that she likes Mexican food.
When we were hunting for an alternate place to eat, we stopped in a store called Economy Candy. They have all sorts of candy that’ll bring your childhood rushing back and make you gain 34,002 pounds.
After dinner, it was off to Googie’s for Bruce’s performance.
There isn’t much I can say about that aside from the fact that it was great, as always. He does have some music clips and videos on his website for all of you poor people who have never had the chance to hear him in person.
Bruce has this little book he takes with him wherever he plays. People sign it, write interesting little notes, and sometimes draw pictures. Bruce put the book in front of me expecting me to write something in it but I couldn’t think of anything to say and I can’t draw if my life depended on it so I just ignored it. Someone took the book and forged my name so I was then forced to counter the forgery by actually writing in his book.
After the performance, we stayed for one other act and then went downstairs to listen to Norah Jones and The Little Willies. I carried one of Bruce’s guitars when we went down, thinking people would see me with it and think I was a musician but no one mobbed me so I don’t think I fooled anyone.
The evening ended way too soon but we got to check out Bruce’s really cool RV and get attacked… I mean licked to death, uh, I mean greeted by his dogs.
