Holiday Inn – Glendale, CA
The Holiday Inn had an upscale bar with a tiny stage and dance floor. The Band (which was there for years) featured Chief Alexander LongRifle http://www.myspace.com/alexanderlongrifle, http://glendalenewspress.com/articles/2005/08/13/export202.txt Vince Labor on keyboards, and John Horrigan on drums.
The Holiday Inn had an upscale bar with a tiny stage and dance floor. The Band (which was there for years) featured Chief Alexander LongRifle http://www.myspace.com/alexanderlongrifle, http://glendalenewspress.com/articles/2005/08/13/export202.txt Vince Labor on keyboards, and John Horrigan on drums.
The Holiday Inn – Glendale, also had large rooms that Parents Without Partners rented out once a month for dances (where I met Joan Vandertuin).
In the immediate years following my best friend’s passing, my Mother, and my children, one at a time, going to live with their newly remarried (and to the kids, seemingly affluent and stable) father, who did everything he could to keep me from seeing them, I spent far too many nights at the Glendale Holiday Inn, often every night.
First at the Parents Without Partners functions, then in the bar after I met John Horrigan http://www.horriganmusicschool.com/ . My preferable evening adult ‘libation’ was Drambuie on the rocks. And I ‘libated’ a lot!
In the immediate years following my best friend’s passing, my Mother, and my children, one at a time, going to live with their newly remarried (and to the kids, seemingly affluent and stable) father, who did everything he could to keep me from seeing them, I spent far too many nights at the Glendale Holiday Inn, often every night.
First at the Parents Without Partners functions, then in the bar after I met John Horrigan http://www.horriganmusicschool.com/ . My preferable evening adult ‘libation’ was Drambuie on the rocks. And I ‘libated’ a lot!
Eventually, I became friends with the bar manager, Eve, and found out how very good the breakfasts were there. There was many a morning I would meet Eve (when she ‘opened’) for a late breakfast. I would usually be the only patron, and would sit at the big wood bar enjoying conversation with Eve, my breakfast, and a couple of Screwdrivers.
Without my Mother and my Children, I was completely adrift. I had little work, and far too much alcohol.
However, I met some wonderful people, most of whom were kind, but had no idea how empty and broken hearted I was. I also mentored under the poet Bayla Winters, my first ‘mentoring’ experience, and did some good writing, most of which was NOT ‘emotional’ poetry, and some of which eventually got published.