Yesterday, we left Chickie Wah Wah after John Mooney’s first set and headed to the Love Lost Lounge in the Bywater to see what was up – at the corner of Elysian Fields and St. Claude a woman with pasty white skin rode her unusually tall bicycle down the street, her large orange flower trailing behind her ink black hair as she pedaled passed – the Bywater was quiet otherwise and what was up was a comedy show at the LLL that was just getting started and as the first person delivered his lines, T kept looking back at me with an expression that read clear as day “YIKES! LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” but out of sheer politeness we waited till his act was over and the other comedian was coming on stage to RUN out the door. We walked over to Big Daddy’s and brought our cocktail with us to finish over there – but we were finished we found as we took our stools – as usual – too tired to keep up with the night.
Despite a lack of stamina, I feel a sense the summer blanket is lifting its corners and out are coming the nutballs – I’m one of them of course – but there is a sense the summer lull is winding down.