I'm headed this evening to Dizzy's Club Coca-Cola which is at the Jazz Center at Columbus Circle. It's a belated birthday dinner form a suitor who shall remain nameless. Somehow in all my years I've never been to a Jazz club, which seems really strange because I really do love jazz and have some playing in my apartment quite often.
I'm looking forward to commiserating with the musicians about the tortured lives that only jazz musicians and stand-up comedians can truly understand as we sip martinis and smoke cigarettes. Since I don't smoke cigarettes I'll go buy a pack to practice on before I get there.
Now what does one wear to a jazz club? I mean I have my jazz hands, of course...
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Dave: It's good to see you jumping back into the dating pool. But beware of those sharks that sweet talk their way into your funny bone.
Oh my, yes. Manhattan is filled with fast-talking swells who are only after one thing. Be careful, Dave.
If he is a suitor, does that make you the suitee? The sought? The bossy bottom? Don't be easy. Make him buy you a Devil Dog at 3 AM before you give up your Facebook password and give him a drawer near the top!
I hope your wore all black and a beret, Dave. That would be the proper attire for a jazz club.
Also the proper attire for a beatnik coffee house. Does New York still have beatnik coffee houses? I'm so out of touch with the kids today.
Today?
I meant "the kids of today," Barry. As opposed to, "I'm usually in touch with what the young people like, but today I don't seem to be."
I knew that, Hal. It's so difficult to type sarcasm. Someone--Dave, are you reading--should work on a sarcasm key. ;)
Dave: So how did your belated birthday dinner/date/virgin jazz club visit go? Did the reality meet your anticipation?
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