That’s Benn, who rescued me and Mike when we were stranded last night in San Francisco.
OK, let me back up. Last night Mike, Jan, Allison and I went to “The City” to watch Teddy play at a place called The Purple Onion. I did the driving in my new hybrid Prius (that’s another story). We found the club easily enough, but then got lost looking for a place to park (for some reason we kept winding up on a street devoted to sex clubs). Finally made it to a parking garage …right next to The Purple Onion.
The Purple Onion is a historic restaurant/cabaret hosted by The Kitchenettes. Though the venue is geared towards cabaret-style music (think showbiz vocals with piano accompaniment), Teddy wowed them and was very well received. Check out my photos.
After the show we mingled briefly, then walked out of the club and next door to… the locked and barred parking garage. WTF! I ran back into the club and grabbed a guy who looked like he belonged, asking him if he knew anything about the garage being closed. That was Benn. He talked to the head cook, who ran up and looked around, but wasn’t able to do anything. Peering through the bars, I saw a sign on the wall we didn’t notice on our way in: “Monday – Thursday, 6:30 am – 10:00 pm. Cars left after closing will remain locked up until the following morning.” Oh crap.
Back in the club, Lua Hadar of The Kitchenettes apologized for not warning us about the garage. She even offered to let me crash at her studio apartment! But it looked like we were arranging rides: Jan & Allison were riding back with Teddy’s agent who had to drive past San Jose anyway, and Teddy was going to take me and Mike — but then we would have to return in the morning to pick up my car, then drive back. I did not relish the prospect. Then came my angel.
Benn graciously said he could put me and Mike up for the night. I initially declined, but I really didn’t want to go back to San Jose, then come back to San Francisco the next day to pick up my car and drive it home again. So we accepted, and off we went on a little adventure, to stay with a guy we’d only just met!
Turns out Benn is a singer in his own right, so we got to talking about music. He played us his latest CD, revealing a smooooth voice. He’s a bass, but vocal training extended his range upward into tenor zone. Mmm mmm mmm. The three of us stayed up for a while, listening, talking, sharing. What a great time. Benn is gracious and gentle, musically gifted and spiritually based, and a pleasure to spend time with.
He drove us back to the garage, and we finally made it back home. When my daughter Erin who is seven came home from school, she said, “Daddy, I think God sent that man to help you.”