Diary of a Network Geek

I went to the Mucky Duck last night.
Seems like this place is one of the best kept, but well known, secrets of Houston. Now, I’ve never heard of ’em, but, then, I’m from Chicago and I was married to a reculse who never wanted to go out and do anything. Funny thing is, I mentioned that I was going to two very different people and they both knew the Mucky Duck quite well. In fact, the nice girl from church started telling me all about their Sunday Supper deal. I was quite surprised.
I was also pleasantly surprised by the performance. Last night, it was Radney Foster. He was already playing by the time we got there, since I was a bit late getting away from church. He was alone on stage with his amped acoustic guitar. Kind of a bluesy/country sound, that’s pretty well Americana folk these days. Sort of reminded me of Bonnie Raitt, actually. Same kind of sound. Every song was a story. We had a good table, just a two-seater near the bar, but it had a good angle on the stage and we weren’t jammed in on top of someone else’s table. But, there were plenty of folks around. Heck, I even got to give one pretty lady at the bar a smile and a wink on her way out, which got good eye contact and a grin in return. (Hey, it’s not digits, but it’s somethin’!)
Of course, since we were a few minutes late, it was hell getting the wait-staff to recognize us. I finally got a nice gal named Victoria, or Vicky, not sure now which it was. She was all apologies and said we weren’t in her section, so she didn’t know we weren’t being taken care of right. All I wanted was a slice of apple pie and a cappuccino. Alas, all I could get was black coffee, since the cappuccino machine was broken, but both the pie and coffee were good, so it was all right. Poor Vicky kept apologizing for neglecting us, but I told her I was used to women ignoring me after dinner, hell, I’ve been married! (And, I tipped her more than my little piece of pie and coffee cost for being a good sport about it. ‘Sides, she was cute!)
Anyway, this is definately a place I’ll be going back to, often, if I can manage it. Preferably, with a date. Maybe that nice girl from church is free…