April 17th, I ended up having to work late, which is never fun on a Friday night, especially when you have plans to go to a show! I finished about an hour late and hopped in the new (to me) car and headed to Providence to pick up m’lady, worried we wouldn’t make the opening act we hopped on the highway and headed to Narragansett. About a 45 to 60 min drive we had plenty of time to complain about the weather, Rhode Island drivers, and how we hadn’t the chance to eat anything before we hit the road. As we got closer to our destination, even in the heavy rain we were reminded of, and longing for the summer, definitely going to have to grab season passes to the beach this year, if only The Wheelhouse offered season passes as well, they have quite the season of shows coming up. We arrived and paid the cover, finding out we had over an hour before Three South opened for Pete Francis with Barefoot Truth, our hunger took hold.
My Lovely Lady and I
Nicole and I bellied up to the bar in a few open seats on the far end next to another couple who’d just finished ordering. The tenders were swamped as a flood of people started arriving for the show, we grabbed some menus and looked over our options. In my standard indecisive nature I had glossed over the menu 3 times by the time the bartender made it back over to take our order. Having no food choice I ordered two beers and asked Nicole if she wanted anything (I was banking on the bartender disappearing for a while), she just wanted one for the time being and he went back to the oncoming crowd. About this time the couple next to us were getting their popcorn shrimp and struggling to hold out their camera to take a decent picture of themselves. I offered my feeble photography services if they would do the same for us. After they obliged, I looked at the quick image on my camera and realized I am the least photogenic person on the planet, how lucky I am to have scored such a hottie, and that popcorn shrimp would be my choice.
Gazing across the bar, and noticing my bartender was elbow deep in mixing cocktails for a gaggle of college girls I thought I spotted Jack Gauthier at one of the bar tables, amazingly the bartender arrived back with our beer and took our food order. I thought I recognized his picture from various local musician’s myspace pages, and it ill mannered to abandon my girlfriend at the bar to go randomly converse with a man who may, or may not be who I think he is. Continue reading →
