Band member comes up to me after the show, waves me over, leans in like he wants to tell me a secret. He says, quietly, I’ve got two hundred bucks. I’m looking for some party favors. I think for a second, then say, you know, there’s a Nobbies fifteen minutes from here. He says, oh yeah? What’s that? Well, I say. They’ve got streamers, balloons, Halloween costumes, plastic champagne flutes, that sort of thing. Party favors.
He looks at me for a long three seconds. No, he says. Like cocaine.
Ohhhhhh, I say. No. They don’t have that.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.