When Life Really Is A Cabaret

[John and I IM during a moderately busy Friday afternoon at the FNC...I'd just gotten back from a box-office-related mission in the lobby of the Cute Victorian Hotel Around the Corner...]

Me: Back already. Some TIX buyer wanted to "turn in his voucher" so he wouldn't have to wait in line tonight. I didn't laugh. [Seating at the Friendly Neighborhood Cabaret is first-come, first-snubbed.]
Me: "Voucher?"
John: everyone waits in line mister
Me: This is the FNC, don't try to pull anything!
Me: We're like hawks here.
Me: Drunk, lazy hawks
John: chicken hawks?
Me: _____ and ______ are, definitely
John: and not you....
Me: No, not in their league. *shiver*
Me: So, Kenny Rankin is here this week
Me: Do you know who he is?
John: I think but refresh me
Me: James Taylor-esque folk-jazz singer
John: ahhh yes...Kenny
Me: Apparently hits on the laydeez in the bar afterwards
John: sad
Me: Yeah. Only tomorrow's gonna sell out
Me: Then the glorious Andrea Marcovicci returns yet again to the stage for three weeks starting July 12th.
Me: Performing hits from her little-remembered disco album
John: stop it! I love that cd! "Angel of the Morning" sung by 1000 Andreas!
Me: If only she'd do that! Lea Delaria and Sandra Bernhard might actually come to that show! [Those catty bitches have been known to kid a bit about La Marcovicci. All in good fun...]
Me: Instead, it's love songs of World War II yet again.
Me: Oh, Andrea, sing "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree" for us again!

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[Later, 7/3: Well, thank Rene that's over. I haven't seated a sold-out FNC in a few months (guess why), and I was a limp dishrag afterwards. Can limp dishrags have bruises? Last night's punters seemed determined to find out. I stuck around to turn the room around before the second show, though, and there was no sign of the Acoustic Lothario. On close inspection, he seems more like that distracted 7th grade music teacher with the dandruff.]