Morley at Joe’s Pub, Astor Place, Manhattan

After a business dinner to discuss the freelance development of a website and a brief run-in with the former Knicks player Charles Smith, who Jill knew from a previous job, Craig, Jess, Jill and I headed over to Joe’s Pub at Astor Place to meet up with Brian and see some live music. Expecting a Bleecker Street-style dive bar with a band, we were surprised to find a cover charge, a beautiful building with amazing acoustics, the strongest drinks known to man, and an audience composed of celebrities like Carson Daly, the Reverend Run and David Lascher.

The first performance was by a woman named Haale. I think that in her powerful, clear voice she channeled the voice of 10 angels. The second, and main, performance was by a woman named Morley. When she came on the crowd was immediately enraptured. No one moved, everyone stared. For here was this woman who looked like a cross between Darryl Hannah, Lori Singer and Elizabeth Berkeley, with a little bit of Carly Simon thrown in, who moved so sensually and sang so soulfully that we were all at her mercy for the entire show. On her 3rd note Jess, Jill and I each considered lesbianism, on the 5th we each knew she was too much of a woman for us. The audience was in love and never wanted it to end.

Brian, Jessica & Rachelle at McSorley’s, East Village, Manhattan

Next we spent about forever trying to hail a cab. Jill and Craig had to get back to CT. We tried to persuade them to stay over night but they had an 8:30 a.m. client meeting. We should have gone home too, but Jess and Brian and I went to McSorley’s, which I’ve always wanted to go to since I’ve lived here. It’s this old, old, famous pub that brews their own beer. And when you order a beer the selections are light or dark and no matter which you pick, you walk away with a beer in each fist. When McSorley’s closed we should have gone home but instead went to an English pub called the Telephone Bar and Grill. And after a beer there we should have gone home but instead went to Coyote Ugly (which I found to be grossly overrated). So.. 3:20 a.m. I finally get home. Oops. Don’t worry. I wasn’t hung over this morning. I was still drunk!