The Piano-Bitch Is Back
For those who are wondering, since ostensibly, no-one from 'blogWorld (TM) showed up, last night went quite well. It began rather excitingly, as I was almost late as a result of being continually ass-fucked bareback and unlubed by the MTA and was nearly late (the trains are never there when I need them, and as a result of construction on Madison, the cross-town bus crossed Central Park at 96th, rather than 86th Street, which cost me probably a good five minutes), which would not have been good for a first appearance, but I managed to arrive just on time. The lovely and charming bartender made me a Southern Comfort Manhattan and poured me a glass of water, and after saying a quick hello to an old friend from college, whom I'd not seen in literally years, who'd seen the note about my appearance on Friendster and decided to come up from Jersey City, I climbed behind the piano and slid into "Sympathy for the Devil". I'm betting that's not one you get a lot in piano bars. |