Oh, and speaking of Friday night and southern flavor, Lulu’s is back. Remember them? Used to be in Steelyards, in that restaurant space no one seems to be able to hold down for long? Served up fried chicken and collard greens and potato salad and drooooool…. Well, they’ve opened a new location on the Hill, and their doors were open when the Meters show got out at 1:15 AM. Grand opening and everything.

Supposedly they do an ultra-slow-cooked barbeque to die for. Supposedly the owner stays up really, really late the night before doing it up right. Supposedly I remember someone at the old location telling me this. (I might have hallucinated the conversation, though, being as how it was two in the morning.)

And it should be pointed out that the woman with the birthday and the shoving and whatnot? That I mentioned at the concert? Right, so, we ran into each other out on the sidewalk while I was delightedly gawking at Lulu’s new digs, and she totally invited me to go in and drink with her and her friends. So that’s all right.