“Yes, i want to know is Woody Allen still playing at the Carlyle?”
“Yes, every monday at 8 sir”
“How much is it?”
“A hundred dollars, sir”
“Ok, ill like to make a reservation”
“On people party?”
“Yes”
“The you should come early and is only 75 dollars, cause we don´t make reservation for one people party”
“Ok, ill be there by six”
“Perfect sir”
“Thank you”
Después de caminar por casi dos horas entre Madison Avenue y la Quinta Avenida, I arrive again at The Carlyle to watch a New Orleans jazz band play along Woody Allen and his Clarinet.
Parado al lado de dos jevitas de descendencia asiática and a gorgeus French one with a stupid boyfriend me lance, cámara y Jack en mano, la interpretación jazzistica de casi dos horas.
Al final, no había nadie en quién confiar para que me tomará una foto con alguien del grupo o con el director y escritor, y músico, de cine porque no había en quién confiarle mi nena, besides Celine Barrel´s boyfriend was already piss when she was leaning on me watching every photograph i took, she was the only candidate to hold “my camera” but i wasnt in the mood for fighting.
Almost US$200 less in my wallet, almost midnight y ya iba de regreso en el subway camino a Uptown, para unas últimas copas antes de resguardarme por el día, disfruten las fotos.
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