Smokin'
I went to a jazz club near the hostel called Smoke tonight. It's was only small and pitch black like most bars here. The regular ban where playing and, as they where all Yankee fans, were also watching the baseball on TV at the same time. That shows a certain lever of musical skill I think.Between sets I chatted to a guy at the bar from San Fran, about beer, politics and music. Then something that's never happened to me before - the bar man bought me a drink! An unusual feeling...
Unfortunately, the previous couple of days caught up with me and I started to drift off at the bar. Time for bed I thought, so I walked back to the hostel.
posted by Mark Slattery @ 11:25 pm
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