Fitz

Went to Fitzgerald’s last night to see Us and Them, the Pink Floyd cover band. If you like Pink Floyd, you’d love this band. If not, don’t bother. The crowd was crazy, and I don’t think it had anything to do with the music. First of all, there was a large number of drunk/stoned/coked out people in their late 40s/early 50s (plus plenty of same in their 20s and 30s, but they weren’t nearly as interesting). And of course one group stood right in front of us. There were about six of them, and they were all “loving” on each other, with no particular regard to gender, though they seemed to be in hetero pairs when they arrived.

One of the guys was with a woman who, when they first arrived upstairs, started doing a pole dance on one of the wood columns that supports the balcony. He didn’t like it and made her stop. I think it was romantic – she was just replaying the moment they met when she was working at that strip club by the airport and he went in there looking for coke and underage girls. That couple was by far the worst of the group, as they continually vacillated between his hand being up her shirt/tongue down her throat and fighting, which resulted in her rubbing on the nearest guy or, failing that, girl, which would in turn make the angry boyfriend come back to lay claim to his “property.” He looked like a little rat, and there were multiple times I wanted to kick him in the ass, which I’m pretty sure is something he did to his date once they were outside and away from the protection of drunk well-meaning men and me.

Another couple was acting like they were on X (do people still take that?). Sadly, they were fairly unattractive, so it wasn’t a pretty sight. Their moment of glory came when they were jacking with each other near an 8 year old who was falling asleep on a chair while his mother was talking to some dude (this is after midnight, by the way) and the female half of the couple spilled her drink down the child’s back. She tried to apologize to him, but he was having none of it and started crying. The mother was nowhere near at this point, which probably added to the sleepy child’s unhappiness. To the absentee mother’s credit, the child was gone just moments later. Actually, since I didn’t see the kid leave, I’m not sure he left with his mother…hhhmmmm.

They say that Fitzgerald’s is haunted. Maybe the spirits were pissed last night. And I don’t mean pissed in the British sense.