It was the second time that week somebody had told me, "It isn't me telling you this." I was completely spooked.
The band rolled into a beautiful rendition of "Let's Get It On." Dave and I both sort of mentally retreated, turned our attention to Soul Reunion, the Thursday-night band. But as I sat there happily listening, Dave's words continued to reel in my head.
By now there was a gyrating crowd on the dance floor. A girl wearing a cowboy hat twirled and twisted with abandon. But in the end it didn't go so well: She tripped over a speaker and fell to the floor like a beached fish.
Now I don't remember the best things Dave said. Only the light he shone on me.