Night Out 4/1/09
My last relationship has, as of tonight, been book-ended by Anna Coogan shows. Somehow it seems appropriate to have started and ended with wistful and sad alt country songs by a sweet girl.
At the last show I was still on crutches from a broken ankle and surgery. Now the titanium plate has become part of my body. I was healing from physical owies at the last show and emotional owies at tonight's show.
Just before Anna went on, I went outside for a smoke with my buddy, Calamity Jane. We're standing outside the bar and this woman walks up briskly and asks for a light. She is one of those weathered, skinny, dragon lady types who is maybe 45, but has done some hard livin' and I do mean HARD. She says, "That asshole doesn't even have a lighter." and gestures to her date in the car. Calamity gives her a light. I compliment the woman on her fabulous red leather jacket. Clearly she had dolled up for her date. She then asks if we want a shot of "peroni"or some such thing, Calamity says, "sure." The woman then produces a fancy looking bottle of booze from a plastic bag. It turns out to be some kind of tequila. Then the woman twists off the cap with her TEETH. It was all I could do to keep looking casual at this point. I mean, I was so delighted that all of this was unfolding. Calamity takes a swig from the bottle. The woman tells us that her boyfriend tried to hide her last bottle of booze from her and called her a "bitch" when she bought another one. Well, no siree was she going to let that stop her. Tough as nails. As she walked away, I turned to Calamity and said, "Wow, that's an adventure." She said, "That's why I took her up on her offer." I thought it was awesome that she did. It's not everyone who will drink from a bottle while standing on the sidewalk like a street alcoholic just to keep the moment going. What a friend.
At the last show I was still on crutches from a broken ankle and surgery. Now the titanium plate has become part of my body. I was healing from physical owies at the last show and emotional owies at tonight's show.
Just before Anna went on, I went outside for a smoke with my buddy, Calamity Jane. We're standing outside the bar and this woman walks up briskly and asks for a light. She is one of those weathered, skinny, dragon lady types who is maybe 45, but has done some hard livin' and I do mean HARD. She says, "That asshole doesn't even have a lighter." and gestures to her date in the car. Calamity gives her a light. I compliment the woman on her fabulous red leather jacket. Clearly she had dolled up for her date. She then asks if we want a shot of "peroni"or some such thing, Calamity says, "sure." The woman then produces a fancy looking bottle of booze from a plastic bag. It turns out to be some kind of tequila. Then the woman twists off the cap with her TEETH. It was all I could do to keep looking casual at this point. I mean, I was so delighted that all of this was unfolding. Calamity takes a swig from the bottle. The woman tells us that her boyfriend tried to hide her last bottle of booze from her and called her a "bitch" when she bought another one. Well, no siree was she going to let that stop her. Tough as nails. As she walked away, I turned to Calamity and said, "Wow, that's an adventure." She said, "That's why I took her up on her offer." I thought it was awesome that she did. It's not everyone who will drink from a bottle while standing on the sidewalk like a street alcoholic just to keep the moment going. What a friend.
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