scenes from a piano bar

As a note to some of my fellow patrons at the Duplex last night: if Greg, an adorable piano player with vast reserves of patience, has to twice stop playing and ask for a brief silence, it's time to apologize, tip him (and the waitstaff) heavily, and howl your way into the darkness from whence you came.

More adorably, I was sitting near a young man who was clearly smitten with Greg; when he found out that I know him (and that we aren't dating), he started asking me about him. At one point, I mentioned that Greg and I go bike riding when weather permits; "Now I want to buy a bicycle," he murmured. A sweet Valentine's Day moment.