My favorite lyric : "Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be. She can look this wide world over, but she'll never find a man like me."
So the three-piece jazz group was wailing this out to an audience of about 9, when my listening was interrupted by a drunk guy who is a friend of Diana's.
He shook my hand and thanked me, vigorously and repeatedly, for moving to New Orleans. I mumbled "no problem" or something equally awkward.
"My girlfriend (he said it just as matter-of-factly as he had thanked me) just got pushed down in front of her apartment."
Then he told me again that he was drunk and to be careful.
They did a Screamin' Jay Hawkins cover next, complete with expert manic laughter. We all joined in.
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Okay. The guy's comment is puzzling. Did he thank you because despite his girlfriend's unfortunate turn, you kept the male/female ratio balanced? Not sure what else to make of it.
Interesting to know.
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