An interesting night in the big city for me. Got to see how the fine folks at Lime Group cut loose, then got to dig the sounds of Drums & Tuba and the Benevento Russo Duo.
Figures my luck that these two great things would fall on the same friggin’ night.
I’ve seen raves in old dot-com offices and high-rise apartment parties before, but a packed Tribeca rooftop garden with fully staffed open bars, all the beers and food you could want was a new one on me. Hosts of people in suits, dress shits and fancy dresses that with the scattered T-shirt and shorts set wandering here and there. The deeper levels of the office were a refuge for the employees escaping from the millionaires, beers and food in tow. Things went on until 5 in the morning I’m told.
Over at the Bowery Ballroom, I took in some good music. One of the members of Drums & Tuba (which composed 3 to 4 members, depending on what song they were performing) had on one of these ReNew Orleans T-shirts. Seeing as how the profits from them are going right to relief efforts on the Gulf Coast, I may have to grab one myself. The Duo were on fire, just like every other time I’ve seen them perform. Photos from all of this will be on The Outer Edges before too long.
And this morning, I received an email with a tentative date for my 10-year high school reunion. I used to be against going to this, seeing as how I despised high school so much, but I’ve come around over the past few months and have convinced myself that I have to go and see if the rest of Point Boro’s class of ’95 has changed as much as I have.
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“And this morning, I received an email with a tentative date for my 10-year high school reunion. I used to be against going to this, seeing as how I despised high school so much, but I’ve come around over the past few months and have convinced myself that I have to go and see if the rest of Point Boro’s class of ‘95 has changed as much as I have.”
Andy, can you say “train wreck”?
I knew you could.
It’s quite amazing. I think those very words have come out of my mouth about a thousand times the past few weeks, usually right after I tell someone I’m going to my reunion. ^_^
Great minds think alike?
Don’s reaction was more along the lines of, “Forty-five dollars? Five-hour open bar? Dude, that’s nine bucks an hour! I can drink nine bucks in five minutes!”
Combine the train wreck that is our class with that mentality, and this reunion is going to be well worth the price of admission. It’ll be like dinner and a movie–only the movie is a live-action melodrama. Bartender, I’ll have another double Bacardi & Coke, please.
Besides, it gives me an excuse to hurl myself through the air in a pressurized aluminum tube to get some White Castles and Taylor Ham–neither of which are available in Washington.
Three days and a wake-up. . .
How can you call yourself a civilized society if you’ve never even heard of taylor ham? Blasphemy! Anyway, the email came in today saying that at least 100 other escapees from our class will be showing up. The horror! I can’t wait.