
If there is anything worse than guys driving around clueless but refusing to ask for directions, it's guys WALKING around clueless yada, yada, yada. I was in Manhattan for a seminar at the Hotel Pennsylvannia and G-Man accompanied me, settling in at Border's directly across the street. He could have opted for an audience spot at the Maury Povich Show being taped at the hotel (9:00am and 12:00pm), but he declined. At three o'clock we set out walking to find somewhere to have some dinner, a couple beers and some music - all without an ounce of a plan. On the way, got a call from Kay, looking for The Reet. We walked all the way to the Village before we stopped at a little corner bar to assess our options over a couple Boddingtons- and decided to ask the barkeep for help. Ended up walking back uptown to 27th/3rd to the
Rodeo Bar & Grill, where we had dinner, but couldn't wait around for the
Whiskeyhounds, slated to perform at ten (went onto their myspace site; they seem pretty good). Cool place, but should have gone to a 7:30pm show at
Ace of Clubs to see CasHank Hootenanny Jamboree, a semi-monthly open classic country jam session dedicated to the music of Hank Williams, Johnny Cash & more - for the Christmas show. Next time, a little planning.
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