"Dress to impress," the invitation said, and we did, donning our snazzy black evening wear for a night of jazz and wine at the Red Lion -- but alas, the only ones we impressed were one another, and perhaps the members of the Bluestone Jazz Trio. The reason being, gentle reader, that there were no other men in the room.
Oh, OK -- there were a few men, two ballroom dancers complete with partners; R., who only stayed for one set (a creature of habit, he had to rush off to Zola for the fifth night…
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Posted on January 12, 2010 at 11:30am — 2 Comments