rock out in my boudoir

so last night, the troika (that would be the ladies K and myself) trotted our boots on down to carroll gardens' boudoir bar for its stellar open mic night. unsurprisingly, i came in with a quiver in my hand and a desert in my throat; generally speaking i HATE open mic nights, it's like everyone is just sitting there willing you to fuck up so that they can look better. cutthroat. and i'd never been to this one before. fortunately, my trepidation was all for nought, as the crowd was lovely and friendly, the bartenders as well, and there were a whole bunch of great musicians. my favorites were the flamenco guitarists, though their performance put a lump in my throat with the memory of a dark night in prospect park. there was the expected cavalcade of lecherous men, all of whom seemed to have set their sights on the kate. honestly. can't take her (or her boots) anywhere!



but best of all? it looks like i might have won myself a booking--immediately after leaving the stage i was accosted for one of the bartenders, who'd been tasked with keeping an eye out for people who "really really kicked a lot of ass up there;" apparently, i qualify. so we'll see how that pans out.


p.s. quote of the evening: 'too bad britney spears isn't as cool as you are.' spoken by a total stranger. i kid you not.