A 6th Street Experience

Well, despite my best efforts, I went out last night and had a great time instead of studying. Oh it was so fun. Mark convinced me I needed a 6 hour study break. We hit 6th in earnest, starting with an Irish bar because someone must have Guinness on tap. Of course, there was a band. Of course, they were great, not amazing, but great. We stayed a good little while and discussed the merits of good drinking buddies. I also accidentally went to the men's room, and did not realize until it was too late. I had only had a beer and a half at this point :(

We left the bar intending to head home so I could try to coax Doodle to go to the bathroom. Doodle refused to pee all day, in protest of the fact that I did not stop the thunder and lightening. He is convinced that I have control over this and is inconsolable when I do not stop the thunder and lightening. So we were going home to deal with that whole situation. But, we were walking past this bar. It sounded like they had a bunch of old black men playing. And . . . . they had $1 PBR and Lone Star tall boys. It could not be helped, we had to go in. I wandered to the back of the bar to discover this rather slight, young white guy singing his heart out. He had a bass guitarist and a drummer on a minimal drum set up. They were playing blues songs and Stevie Ray Vaughan songs. There was no one there, but they were up there going for broke. They invited me and Mark to stick around, and we did. The bar started to fill up and the band started playing more well known covers, but were still really solid and were putting out a lot of music given their streamlined set up. The lead guitar player and singer was killing it with amazing riffs and would wander around off stage to show off his skills.

We took a brief break from the bar because I really did need to deal with Doodle. By the time we got back downtown, 6th Street was all the way live. People going round. Bars with open doors/windows and music pouring out. We got back to the bar, the Dizzy Rooster, with the aforementioned band. The bar was packed, but not up front, where it counted. The band was doing more standard covers, a little disappointing. They asked for request, I yelled Stevie Ray Vaughan, he played a Hendrix cover of Stevie Ray Vaughan. He called out for the last song of the night, of course I yelled out Johnny Cash, he came back with Folsom Prison without missing a beat. So much fun.

Then I toodled into the bar next door and did some karaoke-ing. Did Magic Man, woot woot. Then home, then woke up with the worst PBR headache :(