This was kind of a weird day for me, since I had a full schedule of conference activities. After a great breakfast at Red Gravy, I was holed up the hotel until 5:00.
Kelly said “Don’t sit on the fire truck!”
We had dinner at a steak place called Star Steak and Lobster. Although the lone waiter was a little rushed and overwhelmed, we still had a tasty supper. I had steak, and Kelly had a whole lobster. Good stuff!
The entertainment at the restaurant was this guy playing sax, keys, and flute with MIDI backing tracks. I’m not sure which came first, the odd posture or the tiny spot he was stuffed into. Either way, he was wedged in like a puzzle piece. Between songs, he would try to tell stories about the songs, but no one was really listening. His vocals were a cross between Louis Armstrong and Tom Waits. When I asked Kelly why he was singing that way, she said “because he is insane”. Regardless, he was part of the unique ambiance of the establishment.
Kelly was looking for the perfect T-shirt.
And I found a snazzy hat.
We topped off the evening with a Pims Cup at the Monteleone.