New York - June 22 2006: Day 2 nighttime hours (i visit the rongo and the pourhouse)

we got into t-burg and i'm not sure what time it was....but it was already dark, so i was starting to wake up a bit (dark does that to me, it's the only upside to that insomnia thing) we headed to the rongo. the rongo is a place i've heard a lot about because i have a bunch of friends here in austin who have lived in t-burg. so for me it was a lot like the first time i saw the troubador club in LA. i was really knocked out. the place is great. it's exactly what a live music venue ought to be, dark and kinda funky, all that was missing was smoke and i'm used to that since austin is smoke-free now. i met mike barry who owns the rongo. i had spoken to him on the phone, because when i found out i was going to new york i tried to shoehorn a gig in the rongo but mike already had his calendar full. i introduced myself in the hopes of playing there sometime in the future( it turned out to be sooner than i thought) ted was there and he introduced me to some folks he knew.....it's times like this i wish i was better at remembering names, but i'm not so my apologies to anybody whose name i've spaced on. i did meet clint swank who jon already made me hip too. i also met eric aceto because his band was playing. i'm not sure what the bands name is but they were pitching a fit. good acoustic bands are always impressive. being an out of towner i was expecting to have to bull my way into meeting people....not to worry tho, jack knew everybody in town, so i just stood next to him and before long i knew some people too.
we hung out in the rongo for a while and jack had disappeared, i went outside for a smoke and there was jack standing out front of another bar a few doors down called the pourhouse. i'm not sure if he wandered down there on his own or if he was lured there by a little "cutie" but either way i followed him down the street.
we went inside the pourhouse and it was another way cool place they had a bluegrass/traditional/acoustic band going, they were pretty good, but i missed most of their set, because by that time i was drunker than a fuckin monkey. we hung out a while tho and i met the owner whose named i've lost somewhere. i sat there at the bar and drank a few more and then jon and terry were kind enough to pour me into the car and we took off for home.
i got home and spotted up a couple of blue ones (this time without incident) and day 2 came to a close