55 Dollar Saturday
From Harrah's Casino.
If I were to leave here now and go out to busk, I would be making a wise business decision.
The Quarter is packed and it is New Year's Eve and it is actually warm enough (feels that way, anyway) to go out and play.
I had bought an ounce of kratom at The Herb Shop, right up the street from the Uxi Duxi, saving about 10% of the price I would pay at the latter, after I had gotten there at right around 4:30 PM, to find that the door was locked and the sign with the clock had been hung, with its hands in the very ambiguous position of the big one on the six, but the little one a tad short of being on the numeral 5.
This would have been a sloppy announcement of 4:30, as everybody who is familiar with this style of clock, which can be seen all over the world, knows that when the big hand is half way through the hour, the little hand should be half way between the 4 and the 5, and not almost on the 5.
I could see them in there. It was Dom, I believe, though I couldn't see which employee, if any was in there. Dom does some kind of work with yoga or meditation or some kind of exercise that would have people strewn on the floor like they were.
None of them glanced my way. I would see the clock sign and figure it out, right?
I walked up to the Herb Shop, which is about 300 yards up Canal Street from the Uxi Duxi, thinking that I would buy an ounce of kratom for $13.20 and would mix one shot out of it into the Creatine Monohydrate drink which was being my breakfast, I guess on this Saturday.
I would then bypass the Uxi Duxi and make a beeline for Starbucks, where I had gift card money available to me; and which stays open 2 hours longer into the night than the Uxi Duxi, and which is closer to the Lilly Pad, so I could bring my guitar with me and be ready to walk straight to the Lilly Pad when Starbucks closed at 10 PM.
Originally, I was going to get my ounce of kratom at the Uxi Dux, though I would wind up paying $16.24 instead of $13.20 and getting exactly an ounce, rather than the 30 grams that I would get at the Herb Shop.
While I was getting it, I might tell them that I was going to try changing blogging venues, to see if it puts a new and different spin upon my writing. Since I have maybe 75 (Star) bucks on my gift card, I could do a shot of kratom out of my ounce rather than get a shot at a time and then sit there writing afterwards at the Uxi Duxi.
Their closing time does kind of jive with a busking schedule whereby, I could be set up and playing each night by 9:30 if I were to leave there and make a beeline for the Lilly Pad.
But,
55 Dollar Saturday.
Saturday evening, I had arrived in the Quarter at about 10:07 PM, or about 7 minutes after Starbucks had closed. I had planned upon grabbing a coffee and then heading for the Lilly Pad.
This, after handing off the cheap piece of crap guitar which is David The Water Jug Player's,The Hippie Gypsy boutique, in front of which David skeezes, or does a combination of music and skeezing; being fluent on the water jug struck with a drumstick, and knowing a few songs on the cheap guitar.
and which I had been storing at my place, to him. It's one that some "rich" tourist had given to him; had actually mailed it in care of
David was coming down with the flu, he was telling me.
I got to the Lilly Pad at around 10:45 to find that Ghost was sitting there, playing "Take It Easy," by the Eagles on his guitar. I should perhaps put his name inside quotation marks, as it is almost certainly not the name his parents gave him; his Jamaican or Haitian parents.
Ghost is probably about 28 years old. He used to pal around with "Rascal," who is the young lady who plays the banjo and sings and has a dog and whom Lilly has allowed, along with Ghost, to play upon her stoop with the understanding that if I show up, they have to vacate it for me.
Ghost always does this very graciously, with no traces of envy over what might be seen as preferential treatment given to me by Lilly. I was there first (2011) after all.
"I'm glad it was you," I told Ghost, as he was packing up. He had been there a while and had made pretty good money, he said. "Who else would be here?" he then asked.
I told him about the few times I had gotten there to find some musician who was newly arrived in the city and had just randomly come upon the spot and decided to set up.
These usually respect the fact that I have been at the Lilly Pad for going on 5 years, and leave. They don't see any one spot as being any different from any other, but had made a wise choice in parking themselves 100 feet from a bar, at least. They are usually sitting there in the dark, though; and are making money at a reduced rate just because of that fact -another reason they are usually ready to vacate without putting up resistance.
If I were to leave here now and go out to busk, I would be making a wise business decision.
The Quarter is packed and it is New Year's Eve and it is actually warm enough (feels that way, anyway) to go out and play.
I had bought an ounce of kratom at The Herb Shop, right up the street from the Uxi Duxi, saving about 10% of the price I would pay at the latter, after I had gotten there at right around 4:30 PM, to find that the door was locked and the sign with the clock had been hung, with its hands in the very ambiguous position of the big one on the six, but the little one a tad short of being on the numeral 5.
This would have been a sloppy announcement of 4:30, as everybody who is familiar with this style of clock, which can be seen all over the world, knows that when the big hand is half way through the hour, the little hand should be half way between the 4 and the 5, and not almost on the 5.
I could see them in there. It was Dom, I believe, though I couldn't see which employee, if any was in there. Dom does some kind of work with yoga or meditation or some kind of exercise that would have people strewn on the floor like they were.
None of them glanced my way. I would see the clock sign and figure it out, right?
I walked up to the Herb Shop, which is about 300 yards up Canal Street from the Uxi Duxi, thinking that I would buy an ounce of kratom for $13.20 and would mix one shot out of it into the Creatine Monohydrate drink which was being my breakfast, I guess on this Saturday.
I would then bypass the Uxi Duxi and make a beeline for Starbucks, where I had gift card money available to me; and which stays open 2 hours longer into the night than the Uxi Duxi, and which is closer to the Lilly Pad, so I could bring my guitar with me and be ready to walk straight to the Lilly Pad when Starbucks closed at 10 PM.
Originally, I was going to get my ounce of kratom at the Uxi Dux, though I would wind up paying $16.24 instead of $13.20 and getting exactly an ounce, rather than the 30 grams that I would get at the Herb Shop.
While I was getting it, I might tell them that I was going to try changing blogging venues, to see if it puts a new and different spin upon my writing. Since I have maybe 75 (Star) bucks on my gift card, I could do a shot of kratom out of my ounce rather than get a shot at a time and then sit there writing afterwards at the Uxi Duxi.
Their closing time does kind of jive with a busking schedule whereby, I could be set up and playing each night by 9:30 if I were to leave there and make a beeline for the Lilly Pad.
But,
55 Dollar Saturday.
Saturday evening, I had arrived in the Quarter at about 10:07 PM, or about 7 minutes after Starbucks had closed. I had planned upon grabbing a coffee and then heading for the Lilly Pad.
This, after handing off the cheap piece of crap guitar which is David The Water Jug Player's,The Hippie Gypsy boutique, in front of which David skeezes, or does a combination of music and skeezing; being fluent on the water jug struck with a drumstick, and knowing a few songs on the cheap guitar.
David was coming down with the flu, he was telling me.
I got to the Lilly Pad at around 10:45 to find that Ghost was sitting there, playing "Take It Easy," by the Eagles on his guitar. I should perhaps put his name inside quotation marks, as it is almost certainly not the name his parents gave him; his Jamaican or Haitian parents.
Ghost is probably about 28 years old. He used to pal around with "Rascal," who is the young lady who plays the banjo and sings and has a dog and whom Lilly has allowed, along with Ghost, to play upon her stoop with the understanding that if I show up, they have to vacate it for me.
Ghost always does this very graciously, with no traces of envy over what might be seen as preferential treatment given to me by Lilly. I was there first (2011) after all.
"I'm glad it was you," I told Ghost, as he was packing up. He had been there a while and had made pretty good money, he said. "Who else would be here?" he then asked.
I told him about the few times I had gotten there to find some musician who was newly arrived in the city and had just randomly come upon the spot and decided to set up.
These usually respect the fact that I have been at the Lilly Pad for going on 5 years, and leave. They don't see any one spot as being any different from any other, but had made a wise choice in parking themselves 100 feet from a bar, at least. They are usually sitting there in the dark, though; and are making money at a reduced rate just because of that fact -another reason they are usually ready to vacate without putting up resistance.
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