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Ron Jeremy & Refined Jazz

This was a week of cultural extremes and abnormal moments.

On Tuesday night, I sat at a pub, across the table from Ron Jeremy (famous in the adult entertainment industry), who was clad in sweats, a Hawaiin t-shirt, and a pair of Crocs. He is not exactly a great conversationalist, although Sarah and I did try. I am not used to being in public with a recognizable celebrity, and it felt odd (but flattering) to be in the line of people's attention. At the end of the night, Ron played me a song on his harmonica: When the Saints Go Marching In.

You may be surprised that I was at a pub with such an infamous person...there is a legitimate reason, and I had been planning to share some related thoughts, but I've gotta admit: I am tired of talking about sex. I need a break.

Last night, I went out again. This time to The Cellar, one of the best jazz clubs around. This time, I was with a small group of select friends. We were the last to arrive as the first set was beginning, sat in the back corner, and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. I would guess the average age in the crowd was around 42, but I felt classy, sitting & sipping and listening to great live music.

There are only two negative things I could say about the entire night. The first is that we didn't have the best view of the musicians, which I always enjoy. The second is that we were shushed by a middle-aged waitress, much to our chagrin. I honestly don't think we were that loud, and felt doubly insulted because I don't believe we would have been chastened if we hadn't been the youngest table there.

I love live music. I love my friends. I love Kirsten's honesty...."It's awkward RIGHT NOW!!!"

Comments

Vanessa said…
Love the "RJ" title.
I can't believe you guys got Ron Jeremy for your event (please don't even ask how I know who Ron Jeremy is). And I don't even want to know how much you had to pay him! Yikes.
Well, at least you can say that you've been serenaded by Ron Jeremy on the harmonica. Wow. That's something very few people can say.
And I totally missed the 1 hour episode of the Office...I guess I will have to ... uh .... er...download it?
:p
xo
ricolapak said…
I went to the Cellar twice, enjoyed the gigs but had to shell out over 70 both times, decided will never go back.
Beth said…
ricola: how did you shell out that much!? i spent the required minimum of $25 including cover. plus maybe an extra $10...

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