Shake Your Baby Maker

Jenny has been asking me very nicely to take her to this place called the Pyramid Club where its 80's Night every night. She went once a few months or so ago on our friend Mary's bachelorette party and had a blast. On Saturday night I had a gig subbing in for one of the trumpet players in a very fun band led by a Mexican singer/songwriter named Rana Santacruz. The band plays Rana's original songs that are all in Spanish and are mostly inspired by different strains of traditional Mexican music, but then he also loves rock, punk, bluegrass and jazz, so a lot of those sounds are mixed into the songs as well. He's a great musician and writes nice trumpet parts, so I'm always happy to sit in with his band when he calls. After the gig was over and we enjoyed some good Mexican food and drink.

Then Jenny tells me that the Pyramid Club is just a short walk from the Mexican Restaurant, and I, being the obliging husband, agreed to go with her. I don't generally like dancing, but I had promised I would take her, so this was a great opportunity. The dance floor was fairly small, or perhaps normal by Manhattan standards, lit by the standard colored lights moving on a random pattern. The other dancers were in groups mostly with some solo guys (some looking very lonely, some looking....well, REALLY into dancing.) and some solo girls. I didn't know most of the music, I'd have to say that my forte when it comes to dance music is more from the 1940's through 60's. Give me Count Basie over the Pet Shop Boys any day, but Jenny filled me in on the most important names. I had a good time shaking my "baby maker" despite myself.

Our trip home was interesting. We caught the last train of the night out of Grand Central, the 1:53. These late trains are always interesting because they are filled to the gills with drunk college kids in big groups. This train was no exception, and to make it all even better, the train lost power one stop short of New Rochelle. After 10 minutes went by lots of these girls were complaining to their boyfriends, and after 20 minutes they were complaining LOUDLY. Finally, after about 30 minutes we were on our way again, but when we got off there were no taxis waiting at the station like usual. So, we walked home at 3:00 in the morning, and Jenny's blisters got worse than they already were. It was a late, wild night for us!