Welcome to Zombie Jazz Club.... Grrrreat

We've had to do the sales thing this week. offer our souls to the demo gods and smile a lot in the presence of a techie guy from one of our big customers over on the east coast. He was actually a decent chap so the whole thing was bearable.

Tonight was entertainment night.. where, sans the account manager we headed into downtown to sample (at last) what Seattle apparantly does best.... Jazz! Nice! We managed to get tickets to the 9:30 performance at the city's best jazz club - Dimitrious which was spot on for what I imagined with live jazz session.. except due to the city no-smoking laws it wasnt quite authentic.

Very surreal experience though, we arrived to be ordered into a big line in the car park.. then when the little men came out to tell us we could go in, we shambled like zombies up to the door. Finally when inside, furnished with *terrible* Martini's (why do I bother??) we got to see the band perform. Bloody marvellous. Really good soul/funk/jazz band called "Tower of Power" who've been going for a staggering 38 years. Would love to see them again, might even buy something, if not to hear their soooo cool Baratone sax player again!

Only distraction was americans dancing to Jazz. You all know me.. I dont do the dance thing, I sit in the corner in a ball of scorn and snipe at people.. much more healthy. Anyway, the only way I could describe the yanks moves was "like Zombies being shot". This seemed to go down quite well, and much tittering was involved. Also there was much confusion about a guy out with his girl who danced like erasure (if they were told to camp it up a bit), and looked like simon cowel. All this some how enabled him to snag a stunning and very normal looking girl. It's either wallet, or something else... jury will remain out on that one.

After late night jazz we tried late night drinks. only it wasnt that late. Wandered into a pub down the road (where most of the band later walked into). As I was designated driver I felt a little out of place. The boy moved our american customer, and our belgian boss onto tequila's whilst I sipped on Mineral Water and was acosted by strange americans telling me randomly that they'd seen Thin Lizzie and Freddy mercury live (presumably not together), or that they lived in Southampton for a while... anglophiles. Make your flesh crawl.

M'colleague goes all oirish after a lot of drink I've discovered and gets very happy, smiles a lot. Gives you the feeling that he's up to something. Our belgian colleague fell of his stool a few times.

I'm not driving next time. I cant cope with yanks when sober.. at least not wehn they're drunk!