That none of you came to the jazz club meeting yesterday afternoon. Nannette and the Hotsy-Totsy guys showed up, ready to perform in their dark pants and black t-shirts made to look like a tuxedo top, details outlined in white. I had been looking at the phone when Our Star made her entrance and I blurted out, "Is that a birthday cake up on stage?" and Richie said, "No,but I think a chandelier fell on her head though." She was wearing a Cleopatra-style tinsel wig. Her sequined ice-blue gown fitted her snugly and she made frequent, eloquent use of the 6 ft. long feather boa that accompanied all of the above.
Nannette apparently took one look at her audience and dialed it down considerably and I don't blame her - who's going to kill themselves for a 48-member audience? That's how few we were. June, July and August are always slow due to vacations elsewhere, guests arriving in waves (especially to homes less than a mile from the beach) and so forth.
Thus there was no parasol parade and very little "bounce" to Nannette, mainly some half-hearted wriggling seductively.
Dismayed, but understanding the circumstances, we sought to console ourselves with a libation at Hudson House, 514 N. PCH, Redondo.
Because it was early, we got a booth (of only two; the rest are little tables against the long wall and stand-up seating in the middle.) Richie ordered a Hudson Pale Ale and when he discovered they are $3 the half pint, ordered another to go with his brown sugar pork ribs ($15.) I contented myself with a flute of Mont Marcal Cava $9 - to go with my brown sugar ribs.
To go with our drinks, we split an order of black pepper French fries ($5) which were a new choice to us as haven't been in there in ages. Black pepper instead of great swashes of salt are a very good idea. They come with catsup or mayo in little cups. Thus, some of our disappointment was slaked. Further cheer - leftover ribs and black pepper French fries for dinner tomorrow night.
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