Happy Hour and Broke-Ass Friday
Last Friday, I DJed two gigs in one night again. First, I headed to The Peacock Room for The Friday Happy Hour. Again, guitarist Luciano Sky performed Brazilian songs.
Many people attended the Happy Hour. Actually, more than I saw before.
Normally, I play songs until 10 PM. Yet, I had my next gig to attend. Around 9;30, the automobile and I cruised the forty-five minute drive from Orlando to Sanford. In Sanford, Little Fish-Huge Pond held the monthly Broke-Ass Friday event.
Because of rent or mortgage payments, folks are usually broke the first of the month. That’s how the night earned its named.
Little Fish was scheduled to be in its new location. That didn’t happen. So, the night remained at the old bar. Still, everything (including my sound system) was at the other location. Shane went to that bar and grabbed me the stereo receiver. From there, I created a passable set-up.
Me and my buddy Keith.
As I sat behind it, I felt wind from the speaker as it bumped heavy bass. (Is it me? Or does this look like a sad hospital patient with a tube coming out his or her nose?)
For awhile, the night was going good…until someone knocked a chord out of the socket. Of course, that turned off my sound system and laptop.
Because I knew it was a harmless accident, I felt no anger.
As I fixed things, Harry and Keith played on the piano located behind the bar.
Soon, things were back to normal.
Being the booty lover I am, this attracted my attention all night.
She was with a friend of mine, the lucky muthafucka.
I do the double shift once a month. Stressful it can be. On the drive from Orlando to Sanford, I attempt my damnedest not to attract cops. Then, when I hit Little Fish, I have to locate parts for my system and set-up. Still, I enjoy it.