It never actually rained, but it was threatening to all day, and it was cold again, so the crowds were pretty thin. Our new friends Tim and Anna had promised to hold The Corner for us against any other challengers until we got there. It was nice to not have to worry (much) about whether or not we'd actually get to play...
With the thin crowds, it was a pretty uneventful night until right towards the end when two nice ladies and their friend showed up. He was pretty drunk (and loud) from the whiskey in his hip flask, but the ladies were nice and loved the music, and kept us playing requests until we ran up against the new 9:00 deadline. Warren thought we could probably fudge a bit over the line, so we did, but I decided that it wasn't worth the citation, and besides, "leave 'em wanting more".
While we were packing up, the ladies kept telling me that I ought to be playing at "the hotel", meaning the Hotel Laguna where they were staying, across the street. I didn't know they had a bar/lounge in there, with live music, but the ladies insisted that I was better than the band they'd seen in there earlier, and they wanted me to go over there with them and see about getting a gig there.
That didn't seem likely, but after I'd taken my stuff back to the car, I thought, what the heck, and walked back to the hotel and found them in the bar. Two guys were playing some rowdy blues-rock, exactly as I had told them was what Management in these places want, as it supposedly sells more drinks, and I can't/won't provide, so I never get hired.
But the ladies insisted that they knew some other woman who sings there, and they'd talk to her and get me an audition. They also said that they'd come see me in the morning in Dana Point. Spoiler Alert: Neither of those things happened.
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