I finished the booking details for Floppy Torpedo at the distinguished night club of Wildwood. The band was relatively excited, as they should be, to play at this well-known venue. The owner, Katrina, was very willing to host the band, even if she did come off a bit formal for my tastes. What can I say? I’ve always been partial to the friendly sort of people. Arrangements were made for me to arrive by train a day before the band so I could get things set up for their comfort.
I was met at the station by a troll and a sidhe. The troll was… well, a troll. He wasn’t friendly, yet he wasn’t rude, either. The sidhe on the other hand was almost alarmingly friendly. I wondered if she was completely right in the head. Not used to the sidhe being overtly willing to befriend a commoner. At least she was nice to look at and contemplate a romp in the sheets.
I arrived at the club in short order, and met with Katrina. She was, again, much more formal than what I was expecting, especially out of one of my own kind. Maybe it’s just me. She offered me a room to stay in above the club, which I graciously accepted. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? I unpacked my belongings, admired the tasteful decorations, and proceeded downstairs to get acquainted with the flow of the club as well as meet a pooka that Katrina had asked me to entertain, for some odd reason. Pookas have always been interesting, so I had no problem humoring her, but this one had no desire to be entertained by the likes of me. I let him do what he wanted, being as how I wasn’t going to be bothered with entertaining someone who didn’t want me around.
I spent the evening enjoying myself, dancing, drinking, and observing the ebb and flow of the scene. Towards the end, I met this nice young couple, and decided that it would be fun to spice up their relationship for the night. I went back to their apartment, and had a lovely time.
About 5 am, I stumbled back into the bar, crawled my drunken way up the stairs, and slept until Aslyn, the overly friendly sidhe, decided to knock on my door and ask for my help. I figured I’d find out what she was suggesting, and at least consider it. It might be fun. Plus, she bribed me with breakfast. I met with her, the troll, Mikail, I believe, and another sidhe, who was much more in line with what I was used to out of those pretty bastards. They had a long, drawn out argument that had something to do with going into a law firm disguised as someone else and filing a sexual harassment suit against the troll. I was on board until the sidhe mentioned something about death and danger. I may be up for most adventures, but if the likely hood of me dying is as high as both the troll and the male sidhe were suggesting, then I’m not really willing to risk my neck for people I don’t know.
It ended up being a moot point, because the troll decided that he wasn’t going to go through with the plan, and the two sidhe completely ignored him (which I found entertaining) and continued arguing until Aslyn finally convinced the male that she was going to get her way. Apparently, her arguments didn’t work as well on the troll because I was never asked or informed about any upcoming plans to follow through with this. Aslyn took me out to breakfast, as promised. Well, technically, the male who I later learned was called Adrian, was the one who paid for it. So I guess he took us both out.
After returning from the rather awkward breakfast, I set down to business. I arranged the hotel rooms for the band, I made sure the equipment was all there, engaged in a shouting match with a roadie on behalf of my bass player, Allison, who’s second bass was not where it should have been, and then made sure they got to the hotel and had a limo ready for when they would be coming in to perform.
After they arrived from the airport and got their baggage put in their rooms, they arrived at the club and got the feel of the place for themselves. They spent a decent evening playing, even though Harry, my lead singer, became a little too inebriated and sang the wrong notes through the last set. It didn’t seem to bother the patrons, though, so it could have ended worse.
So, as an end to the first two nights at Wildwood, it went pretty well.