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Blue Christmas

Hey New York City jazz fans, a word of warning —

blue-noteIf you love Chris Botti and are hoping to catch one of his shows at the Blue Note during his annual holiday residency, here are a few things to keep in mind.

First, don’t buy bar seatsThe club offers seats at tables and at the bar, and the marketing assures you that both choices offer a great view of the stage.

In reality, there are about 10 bar seats in total, and the Blue Note sells five times that many advance tickets.  So most bar seat ticket holders are essentially Standing Room Only.

Second, don’t assume you are in like Flynn if you buy table seats. At tonight’s Christmas Eve performance, many table patrons with advance tickets were turned away because the Blue Note oversold the show.

On Christmas Eve. Are you kidding me?!

Third, whatever ticket you purchase, be at the club as soon as the doors open. That’s the only way to get any kind of seat.

Actually, my best piece of advice is to go somewhere else. That’s what we ended up doing.

Total. Holiday. Fail.

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The other Cup

Okay, patriotic sports fans.

It’s time for you to hurl your alcohol-soaked national pride at one of my favorite sporting events — a sport that dare I say more people watch year-round (instead of once every four years):

RyderCup2014Logo.svgGolf’s Ryder Cup, which pits the United States Team versus The World — that’s the entire world, people — kicks off tomorrow in Scotland.

I’m giving you an entire day to prepare.  Gather your buddies. Pick your bar and drink of choice.  Warm up your vocal chords for the vigorous screaming that will commence.

If you’ve never experienced golf on television before, I invite you to watch these world-class players representing their countries going head-to head.

ryder cup celebrationI think you will be surprised to see how truly exciting it is.

You just might find yourself screaming, beer or not beer.

 

 

Montauk: Day Two

After a beautiful early walk on the beach, Lou, Rory and I spent the balance of the morning exploring Montauk.

TikiMontauk2013This guy — who we think is Chief Montauk himself — guards the southwest corner of a downtown apartment complex…but he didn’t seem to mind our posing.

Well, I was posing. (Rory appears a bit distracted.)

Several of the shops were closed for the season, but we did do some extremely low-key Black Friday shopping.

No pushing. No shoving. No injuries.

Then we spent the afternoon in East Hampton, about 15 minutes ‘up island.’

(That means west.)
RowdyHallEastHampton2013Rowdy Hall was packed when we arrived, so we chatted up two locals at the bar and got all kinds of tips on other restaurants to try during our stay.

After a great lunch, we headed to the movie theatre down the street and saw Philomena starring Steve Coogan and Judi Dench. Since I am on vacation, I will keep my review short and sweet:

Heartfelt. Brilliant. A must see!

Belly up

Remember The Accidental Tourist, starring William Hurt and Geena Davis?

(It came out way back in 1988 — Davis won an Oscar.)

Hurt portrayed travel writer Macon Leary, whose books were geared toward people who want to travel with “the minimum fuss and as little impact as possible on their lives.”

I realize I have become somewhat of an ‘accidental’  business traveler.

Once I hit the airport, I am focused on one goal:  getting to my destination as quickly as possible (with supporting goals of checking email, charging my phone and getting snacks for the plane). Though surrounded by literally hundreds of people, I’m in my own little world.

Even yesterday, with two hours until departure, I charged with single minded determination toward my gate at LAX.  But a chance glimpse of the UK-Florida basketball game in progress on a TV in an airport ‘On the Border’ pulled me up short.  So I decided to stop and watch.

Now, I usually always ask for a table in a restaurant.  Tables give me room for my entree and my phone or magazine or book.  It’s just more comfortable…and more private.

But yesterday, there wasn’t a table in sight, so I took a seat at the bar… and was quickly reminded of all the reasons why bars are great in the first place.

The bartender was a character — quick with a refill and a clever word.  The guy next to me was also a college basketball fan…and a proud grandfather.  When I started cheering on the Cats, a couple at the other end of the bar joined in.

Soon a UCLA alum and union organizer — who knew that job still existed?  — sat down and joined in the conversation.  When the Cats defeated the Gators, the whole bar joined me in clapping.

I was sad to have to leave.

But now back in New York, I can enjoy thinking about the people I met ‘by accident’ on my way home from work.