Friday night began with the arrival of a gang of us women at the Venue in chinatown located in downtown Honolulu.
The room was perfect, air conditioned with a small stage up front and intimate tables placed sporadically near the adequately sized stage that made you feel as if you could reach out and touch the performer as he/she played.
Sam played an amazing set both nights and roughly consisted of 13 songs. Where my chair was placed on Friday night put me right in front of Sam’s mic. However, much to my amusement I also witnessed a woman swoop in front of me the first night to take Sam’s set list. “Oh,” I exclaimed. I never would have thought of it. Of course the second night, my friend Lori and I both had our eyes on the set list. This time as soon as Sam finished his last song and everybody clapped, I politely walked up to Sam and asked his if I could have his set list. He peeled it up and handed it to me, probably thinking I was a little weird for asking, rather than just taking it as other women would do. But I’m new to this intimate, concert scene--that’s not my style. Anyway, I’m happy that I did ask.
On Friday night, Sam and a few of his friends and my gang decided to head across the street to have a few cold ones at of course... an Irish pub. Because that’s what you do in Hawaii. Right? We’d thought Sam would like that. Now, let me first throw in one personal account here. Inside the bar, the place was packed. On Friday nights, Chinatown goes off!! Our group kind of just stood there among the havoc, not knowing where to sit. Sam finally came in after dropping his guitar off and asked why were standing. We explained that there weren’t any seats and Sam took off looking for stools. He had no shame asking people for their spare seats and literally one by one, brought us seats. It was SO chivalrous!!
Well, thankfully a table in the back finally opened up and we were all able to sit down and have a proper drink. Let me tell you, having drinks with Sam was hilariously fun. I’ll spare the details of our conversation because clearly we had one too many libations... And it was probably random as evidenced by his signature on my reserved card. Yes, that says “There is never...” and no I don’t know what that means, but I still adore Sam regardless.
Team Sam!





2 comments:
There is never ... enough chairs at bars? lol
glad you got to see him live and hang with him. What did you talk about at the bar?
So, umm, any response to you asking him if the entire Brit Pack might do a show together?
I love this post. The pictures are perfect and I love the story.
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