don't trust my memory!

When I got home tonight, I was reminded that there was much description left out of the previous post about the Etienne show. I guess that story wasn't the point of that post, but now that I'm on the subject...

The lady that interrupted the Etienne show was calling attention to herself all night by repeatedly yelling things out inappropriately with her smoky, husky voice. It was one of those kind of quiet shows, where the fans are all seated at tables. Picture Debbie Harry mixed with Joni Mitchell. Kind of glamourous for her age, but kind of boozey. Her sweater had a built-in feather boa. She continually pulled out her cell phone and made calls during the show. (I wish there was some law about this. I find it worse than using the phone while driving or delivering a baby.) She had a pair of sunglasses, a checkbook, a pack of Pall Malls or some such flat box of ciggies, and she was hollering about New York. So after her nasty boyfriend got her 7th glass of champagne, she started to get really obnoxious. She also had an accent Maybe French or German (?) "How much for dat song? V-v-v-underful! V-v-v-underful! How much? I want to buy that song!" That's when Etienne made the clever comment about the bourbon. We looked over at the old bag, and she has this giant glowing pen. A glowing fucking pen! Even her writing implements were sceaming “look at me!!!” She was writing in her checkbook.

The song she wanted to buy was one that they had just played. They agreed to play the song again, and then Boozy crawls on to the stage. In all my years of going to shows, never have i seen a drunk buy a song and slither on to the stage. Luckily, she was bounced off the stage shortly after that. Later that night, our friend Travis went up to the bar to talk to the bartender about what happened and he said he's from Brooklyn and he doesn't like loud rich New Yorkers, so he charged her full price for a half full bottle! HA ha ha!!!