I'm trying not to love you, but you don't make it easy babe...

Tarrytown. You see, me and Tarrytown are in a fight.  Well, not the town, but me and the security guard at Walgreens.  Last November, two friends who are culinary fiends allowed me to crash their NY food mission, which included the incredible Blue Hill at Stone Barns (see the Degustation and Devastation blog in the sidebar for pics).  We had such a spectacular meal, that we ended up missing our train and needed to wait for an hour.  During the wait for the train, nature called and I dragged everyone to the Walgreens that was walking distance to the station, only to be told by the guard that there were no bathrooms to use and that I would have to take a cab to the 7-11 up the street.  When I asked him where he went when he had to use the restroom at the 24 hour Walgreens that he worked the night shift at, he said that he went at home before work.  Our cab driver later told me that there are three bathrooms in the Walgreens and that is where he goes when he was working his shift.  When I hopped the last train back to the city, I figured that I wouldn't be going back there anytime soon.

This morning, a friend called with an extra ticket for a concert of her favorite singer, Josh Ritter since the dude she was supposed to go with bailed out at the last second.  1) I don't know who Josh Ritter is 2) I was prefaced that I would probably be the only non-white person there and 3) it was in Tarrytown.  All duly noted, but wanted to be a good partner in crime for a friend and got over myself and made the trek to Tarrytown this evening. 

The day was beautiful so the Hudson was sparkling in the sun while on the train.  The concert hall was first built in 1885, with many random details (see silhouetted dancers) and had no bad seats.  The music was fun and catchy, although I can't say I would have initiated going to this concert.  His music is a blend of folksy guitar driven songs, that somehow combine love and historical figures and storytelling and he makes it work.  His smile is infectious (even the quite large dude standing next to me told his buddy that) and he managed to sing acoustically with no mic, chug two bottles of water on stage while lying down, have a dog do tricks on stage and invited all of his friends to sing along with him for his last song on stage.  Like no other concert I have been to before.  I stepped out a little tonight and am glad I did.  Thanks AJ.  And will one of my friends please get on the ball of becoming a semi-well known musician?  Since I would love to dance on stage a bit.  thanks. xx