Me, Kelley and her brother Michael went to Nye's bar last night in northeast Minneapolis. Nye's is probably one of the best places in the world. It is decorated like a semi-classy 1970's Vegas lounge. We're talking plastic gold glitter seating and the like. In the main room there is a piano and the resident player will play along to whatever a random patron wants to sing. There was lots of Sinatra sung last night. One man had the voice of an angel and made "Fly me to the moon" a work of art. Before we went out Michael barbequed the best steak I have ever had. He used the "Butterfly" technique. Patent pending on that. Secrecy will not allow me to divulge any more on this matter.
The back room of Nye's is where the Polka band play and the same band have been playing there every weekend for close to 40 years. The oldest band member is about 75 years old. About two years ago she was carried out half way through a set because she collapsed from a stroke. But, thanks to medical technology she made a near complete recovery and is back playing Polka music every Friday night. Last night we noticed that the drummer had been replaced for some reason. This guy was the reason we go to Nye's. Why? Because, he wears a wig that looks exactly like Christopher Walken's hair. Not joking. We are convinced that he had the thing custom made. We asked the waitress where Mr.Walken had gone. Well, it went like this.
Kelley: Where's the old drummer gone?
Waitress: Oh, they had to get rid of him, he couldn't keep a beat.
How could they do this to us? Not to worry though, his memory will live on in our hearts and more importantly on the t-shirts that Kelley sourced with his mug on the front.
That's why I love being here. Really cool stuff happens all the time.
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