Tuesday, May 02, 2006

35 of 210 : Ingrid

The tall, aging German woman didn’t own the place, but we called it Ingrid’s anyway. The dark, louche bar-and-restaurant-that-never-seemed-to-serve-food was home to a handful of hard-bitten regulars. Les and I found dozens of ways to ply free drinks from its denizens, and danced to Chuck Mangione on the juke box.


At Tuesday, May 02, 2006 9:06:00 AM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

I have never seen anyone dance to Mangione. Would that I were a flügelhorn fly on the wall.

At Tuesday, May 02, 2006 9:10:00 AM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

It was very sensuous, with scarves and stuff. And very drunken.


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