It's Saturday night. We're out, chillin' near the piano at Banana Cafe, drinkin' margaritas, and celebratin' the birth of dear Emily. The pianist was not just a pianist. He was also a trumpet player, a saxist, and a vocalist. He was also not playing the piano. He was playing a keyboard that he had placed on top of the piano. And he was blind.
I'd like to chronicle several weird conversations I had during the course of the night...the night obviously deteriorated rather quickly :)
1. Circa 11:00 pm:
Diego: Hey, remember that time I shoved all those carrots in my mouth?
2. Approximately 11:30 pm:
When prompted for song requests, I jumped up, ran to the piano and requested Whitney Houston!!! (Not a stretch, really, given some of the other songs he'd already shared from his repertoire.)
Pianist: No Whitney Houston. Something else.
Me: Ok, I got nothin'. What's your favorite thing to sing.
P: Lady, this is just a job for me. If I could drive a truck and make more money, I would. That's like me asking you which file you like filing best. It's just a job. A job. (into the mic) This is work for me, folks! Just work!
3. And the last, most awesomest, bestest conversation of the night:
Em calls at 1:30 am as I'm drifting off to sleep: Hey, um, I'm standing at my door and my keys are inside my apartment...on the other side of the door.
Me: Try using your credit card? Or call K. She lives closest to you. You can crash there. Or come here if you need to.
Em: Ok, credit card not working. I'm gonna call K.
- ten minutes pass -
Em via text: I'm cabbing to your place. I feel like an IDIOT!
- another ten minutes pass and the ringing phone yanks me out of sleep again -
Em: I made it into my apartment! The cabbie had a crowbar and opened my door.
Me: Good. You're safe, door's deadbolted? Ok, see you tomorrow. Love you, bye.
- ten minutes pass -
Me to the ghosts in my room: Wait, the cabbie used a crowbar to break into her apartment? That's not normal, people!
Happy anniversary of your birth, Em! Thanks for always keeping things interesting! :)
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