Awhile ago I wrote about trying to curb my wanton behavior. nic.joueuser.com/index.asp?AID=6364 For 4 successive Thursdays I managed to get a sitter to go out with friends.
Last night was no different. Or was it?
I went to see Danny Michel in concert, and Danny was great as always. One of the negative comments about seeing Danny live is that there are too many young girls (ie: fresh out of high school) that fawn over him. This does not bother me. Not being that young, I don't feel part of that category, so...
So yeah, I had a pint, heard some great music and was entertained by his onstage patter. (Half the fun about seeing Danny live is the contact he makes with the audience. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks).
The show opened at 9 with an opening act by a local girl named Jill Stavely. (Folky music that was good, if you're into that sort of thing.) Danny came on at 10. He played for about an hour and a half, and then urged the crowd to come join him over at the bar across the street. The Red Dog was hosting another band called Dub Trinity and he was going to join them onstage. Cool. I've been to the Red Dog before, and while the beer is not up to good pub standards, it was at least, cheap.
So, after the show, I told my friends I'd catch up to them, as I wanted to check out to see if some other buddies of mine were at the downstairs bar. No go.
So, I walk out, cross the road and get in line to get into the Dog.
No such luck.
Now, it wasn't full enough that there was a line up, just that the bouncer was checking ID. I wait for him to check the young chickies in front of me and then go to breeze by and he grabs my shoulder and demands to see some ID. Yeah. I haven't heard that one in awhile and I was definitely surprised. (I'm 33 remember, not 23).
So now I have choices to make. Go home, get my ID and come back to a good, cheap, rocking night out with a lot of friends and Danny Michel, or just go home.
Here I am, at 8:30 in the AM, hangover free, with memories of a good time, rested and just plain happy that I chose plan B. I've got a lot of stuff to do today that includes going to my daughter's snow day at school later on, and now I'm going to enjoy it, not suffer through it.
Maybe I am growing up, after all. Or maybe, in some twisted way, I just got lucky.

(Check out some of Danny Michel's stuff. It's brilliant.)
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