In my roommate's room, a pair of pants hang over the back of the chair I'm sitting in and I can't stop thinking, "Are these pants mine...?"
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Alley
I learned tonight that The Alley opened in the 30s and was eventually bought by a waitress who worked there, and it's stayed "in the family" ever since.
I really miss The Alley. Rod (Ron?) Dibble is really just the sweetest and most patient piano player ever. We need to make a date to go to the Alley one of these nights.
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oh, I love and miss the Alley. In the Noe Valley days it was squarely between the Bart and my house, hard to pass by w/o going in.
the alley is in oakland... ?
I really miss The Alley. Rod (Ron?) Dibble is really just the sweetest and most patient piano player ever. We need to make a date to go to the Alley one of these nights.
Oh. That's because I was thinking of The Attic. But I love the Alley too! Dummmm....
gabriella -- name the date and we'll go. :)
maureen -- oh, the attic. did you know that the mass played their very first show there? what a great little weird bar.
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