Blue Moon of Kentucky Keep On Shinin'

 

When I was little and thought of myself as a grown lady, I imagined high heels, hips to put in a tight but modest dress and a nice matching pocket book filled with tissues, gum, and assorted other handy items for emergencies that I would readily hand out to kind strangers if asked.  Now that I'm over 50 it's all gone terribly off course.  I haven't wore a shoe without a rubber sole in years, don't carry a purse and not being one to share much of anything naturally, I tend to horde my gum like it was the last morsel on earth.  When women at work ask if anyone has gum, I stand silent.

When P was given tickets for his birthday to see Bonnie Prince Billy at Town Hall I was very excited to see a live show in a great theatre that boasts no bad seats.  We'd seen Loretta Lynn, Merle Haggard and Kris Kristofferson there and it was always magical.  It's an event.

And a rare attempt to look decent. I ended up wearing my traditional Midwestern chic which consists of most flattering pair of clean jeans with a pretty blouse and for summer, a nice wedge heal and jewelry.  I took great detail with the extras like hair and nails.  I smelled nice and really tried to keep smiling and looking alert so my face didn't resemble my dads like it tends to do at the end of the night.  Basically I looked the best that I could given my limted resources.

 

We took our friend to Republic in Union Square since it was close to P's work and we love it anyway.  But I did take the liberty of ordering something new, Grilled Chicken with Pesto
black rice, tomato, cucumber, corn, snow peas, mint, shallots, aged vinegar dressing, sesame seeds.

 

I have to say that black rice with the crunch of those snow peas and the way the cool corn and cucumber, mint went together was so dang refreshing and invigorating.  I loved it!  The chicken looked really cool sliced on the bias and edged in green.  Maybe a tad low on flavor but the bottom of the dish was so good it didn't matter.

The show was different than anything I'd seen in quite awhile.  I felt like I was in the 60's in some small bar in the village.  Then at other times it was whacked out folky stuff that I can't quite relate to.  But mainly it was impressive and sincere, never boring and every musician on the stage was real.   An intellectual sort of audience but still I was super happy to be there and was so proud to see a Kentucky boy up there almost berating all the well read New Yorkers.

J got a last minute ticket to the show to join us and it turned out to be a super nice night out.  Maybe I'm not what I dreamed I'd be as a little girl but when forced, I can manage to clean it up and dust it off, polish it up a bit once in a blue moon.