So there I am in a bar with a couple friends.
To be specific…Frederick’s Music Lounge.
A guy (I’ll call him Wayne even though that isn’t his name) walks over to our table so we can settle a couple of bets between him and his S.O.
1) Has Marina Sirtis (ST:TNG Deanna Troi) had ‘enhancement surgery’.
Our answer is basically we don’t know, but if so, it was prior to her appearance in Wicked Lady with Faye Dunaway. They were just as large back then.
2) Has Gates McFadden (ST:TNG Beverly Crusher) had a face lift?
Our answer is it’s likely. She has at least aged a lot less quickly than the others.
If you’re wondering why these two questions — Wednesday night is the night Freddy’s shows episodes of ST:TNG during their 5-9pm happy-hour. And ‘Wayne’ had seen us there before. So he figured we might be able to help.
Later his SO comes over to the table (I’ll call her Wanda, even though that isn’t her name) and the five of us start chatting about a variety of things. Wayne suggests we should show up at Freddy’s for their Thursday Night open mic (aka Hootenanny). 2 out of the 3 of us tell him we have. I tell him I’d be there more often if it weren’t just a music open mic, but I perform poetry.
‘Wayne’ says, “they allow poetry.”
I tell him, “when I was here I was told no poetry, maybe the rules have changed.” (doubtful voice)
‘Wayne’ says “I know they allow poetry. I’ve heard poetry. Let’s ask Freddy.”
Freddy walks by the table, heading towards the stage to do something to get ready for the band that will play later and ‘Wayne’ asks him, “Is poetry allowed at the open mic?”
Freddy doesn’t look too happy. He says it sometimes happens spontaneously, but generally no.
One of my two friends said, “I can understand. This is Frederick’s Music Lounge.”
He smiles, and expresses happiness we do understand.
I should have bet ‘Wayne’. I knew he made bets. Maybe I could have bet him a beer. I like Freddy, by the way. He has a great bar. And he is a great musician himself. He has his own show on KDHX. I saw him perform for the first time over 10 years ago at the Wabash Triangle Cafe. There are several open mics in the area that allow poetry. I have absolutely no problem with music-only ones. Except, I can’t sing. I can’t play any musical instruments. (Alright. I can do both. Terribly. So no one wants to be within the same room when I do.) So when I go to the Hootenanny, it’s only to watch and listen. So I go less often. But the Thursday Night Hootenanny at Fredericks is probably the best music open mic in town.
Maybe 10-15-20 minutes later ‘Wanda’ asks me. “Did you perform at the Wabash Triangle Cafe?” (I haven’t mentioned knowing Freddy from there. All I have mentioned is I perform poetry. I do look like I’ve been around awhile. So I can’t say it’s completely out of the blue.)
I smile. “Yes.”
“I knew you looked familiar,” she says.
“Do you remember my poem, “Sick Puppy? (By clicking on link you agree you are 18 years of age or older, and you waive all legal claims against me if you are offended by the poem.)
She says she remembers it. (No one ever forgets. I’ll be 80 years old, and someone will stop me on the street and say, “Sick Puppy?!”) She asks about the taxi-cab driver poet. Rob Templeton, the host of the Wabash Triangle Cafe open mic while I was there, unfortunately passed away a couple years ago. He didn’t make it to the 10-year reunion we had back in March.
Next time I go to the Hootenanny, maybe ‘Wanda’ and ‘Wayne’ will be there. Maybe I’ll get up and try to sing one of my poems. That probably wouldn’t make Freddy happy. I don’t think anyone in the bar would be happy to hear that.