The scene: Outside the Velvet Underground dance club. It’s now the second time it’s been 1:30 a.m., but it’s eastern standard time now.
The four of us — two arm-in-arm pairs — walked up to the entrance where the bouncers were turning away people.
Bouncer (to another group): Sorry, we’re not letting anyone else in right now.
Person from other group: But what about “spring forward, fall back“? It’s not last call anymore!
Bouncer: Yeah, but we want to keep the numbers down. We’re all working an extra hour tonight and we’re tired.
The other group walks off.
Bouncer (to us): Sorry, nobody in right — [recognizes me] — yo, you got the accordion?
Me (turning around to show the accordion on my back): Right here.
Bouncer: How many people with you?
Me: It’s just the four of us.
Bouncer (holding open the door): Cool. C’mon in.
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