Robert-Michael, Spencer Day and Wilson Hardcastle
Lance suggested we get tickets together and he pulled together a good group for last Friday: Me & Lance (Gregg was taking finals), David Britt, Jeff & Bill, and RMJ and his new date Isaac.
I really cannot convey what a good show he put on. It was Spencer at the piano and microphone, with a drummer, bassist, and guitarist/cellist. The musical talent on that stage was beyond stellar. The show was warm, engaging, moving, and delightful. And sitting in the front row before Spencer and his guitarist/cellist Yair, the show was also beautiful to look at.
By the end of the night, we were all big Yair fans. (Spencer who?)
We all enjoyed the show immensely and I got to see some old friends in the crowd as well. Shouts to Brad Brewster (happy birthday) and his partner John, Jason Perez, and Brett.
Really a stellar show, and as RoMo put it, an unbelievable entertainment value. If you ever get the chance to go to one of his shows, do.
We were left wondering what to do with the rest of the night. Lance couldn't do much as his boyfriend was waiting at home with a bottle of vodka and the sense of relief that comes with finishing the last final exam of the year. And the rest of us needed to stay within walking distance of public transit be it MUNI or BART.
Just next door a barker pulled us towards a new "dueling piano" basement bar. We were thinking Martuni's anyway, and we were happy to dive down. Cheesy/tourist straights be damned. Actually, the cheesier the crowd the more fun I thought we'd have. The boyish door guy started to demand IDs (the crowd was very early 20s). The barker just laughed. "Dude, these guys are like in their 40s." Which was true enough. Half of us laughed. Half of us didn't. Which made the other half laugh harder.
Just sayin'.
The dueling piano bar whose name I never knew was totally cheesy and lots of fun. No cover, but they make that up in the drink prices. At least they take plastic. The pianists also play the auction bidding game for requests, and just as often start a bidding war not to play something.
You know, I don't think I have seen Lance or Bill drunk more than once before. OMG, hilarious. Several single ladies befriended us, and were disappointed to find that half of us had husbands, and the rest of us were equally unavailable.
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Louise, our new best friend, caught Jeff and I ogling these two:
Dude on the left thought we were talking about his chest hair, as it was all stubble. He was pretty drunk and boastful of his body (worth boasting admittedly). He bragged that he was "100% Italian" and had plenty of hair, he just "had a skin condition he had to shave to show his doctor." Yeah, because that sounds sexier than just shaving your chest to show off your pecs.
The dude on the left was solid and sexy, and Louise thought he looked like a young Bruce Springstein. And that line worked on the boy and she worked him with it as best she could. You GO Louise.
Both guys were hot in a lost-but-prowling, early-20s way. Aw.
We stayed and drank and danced and had a great time. I was taking it pretty easy, limiting myself to just a couple of Jacks (which doesn't get me drunk, just aggressively flirty).
The other boys though? Wow.
I have never seen Lance dance outside of Sundance. This was awesome.
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Britt was dancing too. And Bill. Such a mess. Loved it. I had to take a clip.
I'm just sayin'.
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