Monday, July 2, 2012
The Doorman's Diary 6.30.12
Two lone wolfettes became fast friends tonight. It was happenstance that they ended up seated next to each other at the bar. Two stools. Two women. By the end of the night they were chatting away and falling into each other with laughter. Nice to see. The jazz group was without its sax tonight. The trumpet guy took over and superbly played songs that ordinarily would have been dominated by the tenor. It was actually refreshing to hear Coltrane, Sonny Rollins and Dexter Gordon songs played totally sax-less -- with the trumpet being the sole horn. We had a respectable size crowd. Someone celebrated a birthday. How old she is was not divulged, although once you get beyond milestone ages like 16, 21, and 30 does it really matter? The night disappeared quickly, just like another year in that ultimate race to reach 100 before death nabs you.