Somehow Rob Stuart coaxed about 10 of us into a limo (I think that part was an accident) for the “12 minute” trip to Rosa’s, his favorite place in Chicago. This place is all blues, all the time. The band is decent and sporting a Japanese piano player (which doesn’t sound any different but the mixture of ethnicities of stage is unusual).
A few weak souls already caught a cab home, and I will stick it out for at least one more drink, but I have to send invites for a party I’m hosting before I go to bed tonight. The days are just packed, I tell you.