We–that is, me and my now-Brunch-obsessed pals–were at Moonshine Sunday morning for a little rehashing of last night over bloody marys and southern comfort food. Thrilled that they sat us at the exact same table as the last time we were there, we were even more excited when our server came over. It wasn’t his dashing good looks that captivated us, it was more his stellar personality: after we rowdily ordered a round of drinks he said, “Man, I wanna drink with you guys!” Then our new friend John-Scott told us that he’d go take a shot for us in the back.
We proceeded to clap and cheer every time he brought us another round–which, given that we were celebrating/mourning the sending off of a friend visiting from DC, was fairly often. We were loud and rambunctious and having a blast. Jo-Sco said, “If you guys didn’t come in like this, I’d have to cut you off!” We’re just happy. Well, said friend was probably drunk by the time we left, but overall we’re just happy people. Anyway, John-Scott bonded with us over our two-hour brunch, asking at one point, “why am I not already friends with you?” and after politely declining to visit the strip club with our boys (because he had to work, of course), he invited us out to his band’s–Before the Bombs–show that night.
Before he did this, however, he told us of getting in a turf war with a bum while being chased by a police helicopter on the roof of Hole in the Wall. Yes, folks, he fit right in. Anyway, we didn’t go see his show last night, but he plays again at Shakespeare’s on Friday night. One of our fave bartenders, Tara, is there, so that’s a definite maybe.
Clap, clap, clap, we love you John-Scott!