Andrew J. Lederer

It's signature show, "Invite Them Up", ended last night.

My show, "The Second Show" (in every sense) was, as I've discussed before, once paired with it on the lineup.

I wanted to go back to say goodbye.

In addition to the professional history, Rififi had been, in some sense, my bar; I'd often found it easy to meet women there.

And I was gonna go back. But I was heavily caffeinated and almost completely unfooded, so first I had to eat.

After which, I felt great. And no longer wanted to go to "Invite Them Up"

They'd never used me on the show. Why should I wander around their goodbye party looking like a needy outsider?

. . . well . . .

To say goodbye to the club?

Fortunately, something told me to check out was being said about the room's farewell or the web. Turns out, it isn't closing so soon after all.

So, I stayed home and went to sleep.

(And feel secure in stating that nobody noticed I wasn't there.)