I think it has been a while since I blogged about a visit to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY, one of my favorite places to go for music, food and company. As a matter of fact, I had not intended to go last night. My stomach has been bothering me, I’ve been in a poopy mood, I have chores to do at home, etc etc, blah blah woof woof. However, when I saw that Phil Arcuri was playing, I wavered. Then I drove home through a snow squall and thought, “Oh no, staying home.” Once home, I did a couple of chores and noticed it had stopped snowing. A sign? Did I deserve a reward for doing a few things? I texted my friend Kathy and she said she would join me. I was going to hear Phil!
Oh dear, I think this was Christmastime.
This is a picture of Phil from my Media Library the only ones I took last night were a couple of blurry ones from my phone. Why does my phone take such lousy pictures? Probably operator error, because it doesn’t always.
I guess this one is a little blurry, too.
Phil was happy to see us. I am a regular fan of his. He has many regular fans, of course. As I always mention, he is a great musician and obviously takes such joy in performing, it is a pleasure to watch and listen. When he sang “Margaritaville,” I said it was my fault during the first chorus (you know: “Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, but I know, it’s my own fault”). He ended the the song with, “It’s Cynthia’s fault.”
When I got up to use the ladies room, I danced my way there, much to the amusement of everybody. How could I help it when he was playing, “Brown-Eyed Girl”? When we left, I danced my way out. I usually do that. I told Kathy is it kind of expected of me.
We both had a great time and were glad we went. There are, of course, many chores still waiting for me at home. But I think music and friends are more important.
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