My Saturday night, courtesy of Cleveland.com: New No Limit: Neo-classic rock is how Northfield resident Kurt Schlumberger (guitar/vocals/harmonica) describes the style of his band No Limit, which recently released its new album “Bootleg.” With a new lineup, the quintet has expanded its blues and Southern rock sound. “We have Mike Calhoun, a Grammy winner from the Dazz Band, and he adds a little bit of R&B flavor,” Schlumberger said. “So we’re mixing it all together.” The group is celebrating the release of its new 12-track album, which includes one inspired by Hurricane Katrina survivors and U.S. soldiers serving in Iraq, “Home.” No Limit will hold a CD release party at 8 p.m. Saturday at the Agora Ballroom, 5000 Euclid Ave., Cleveland. Iraq War veterans and soldiers home on leave get free admission). Opening are Mush, TBS, Drenalin , Sureen.
Sorry, I saw no men in uniform. My friend pulled a nice group together to go check out the live show at the Agora. After said concert, headed over to Liquid. WTF, why were there girls in bras in the VIP? They were all Playboy clones of each other which was hilarious. I didn’t pay too much attention, as I had my head up someone’s ass — or very close to. Most times I totally feel like a dork after realizing the highlights in conversation from the night before… if I can even remember any highlights. Goshhelpme, I hit on a 23-year -old. *eg*
Karma! My friend falls — backwards on her bottom — on the sidewalk on W. 6th. We laugh. Walking back to the car at 2am I fall in the alley beside Wish… I fell forward! Scraped up my palms on the ground forward. Can’t feel the side of my left hip forward… with a Panini’s sandwich in hand. (Did I eat pizza like everyone else… NOOOOOO, I have to have the heart attack plate with extra mayo at a bargain for only $5.50.) I fell in front of a cab-full o’ guys. Can my loser status get any greater? I fell forward in the most awkward save-the-sandwich(!) wipe out ever. My freaking right shoe even came off (the fun baby blue heels with skinny silver heels that were probably said cause of accident). Did anyone find my earring on the street – damn! I actually had to hand my friend the sandwich plate (which I asked for NO french fries, thankyouverymuch!) so I could pull my ass off the concrete. And of course, my friends all laugh. Karma, ladies, karma. Uh, the agony. Good thing the photographer I was hangin all over was way lost at this moment.
