Holy traffic jam. Downtown Bridgeport was smoking hot with activities Friday night.
Who says suburbanites won’t come downtown? They did Friday night.
Mo and I started out at Café Roma on Fairfield Avenue to meet up with OIB friends Barb Delmonico and her hubby Marc, the Republican town chair. It’s incumbent upon me as a political junkie to pick big Marc’s brain about all the skinny in Republican politics. Gin and political janglings go together nicely.
We ran into a bunch of OIB friends including Pete Finch, son of Mayor Bill, who was meeting with a committee of friends to promote various cultural and musical activities downtown. And as we were heading out the door we bumped into the incomparable Sly Salcedo and his lovely wife.
Mo and I walked several blocks toward the ball park at Harbor Yard to take in several innings of the Bluefish game. Along the way we walked through a convergence of high-cheeked pretty people–looked like they were from Greenwich, Darien and New Canaan–advancing to the arena for a concert by romantic violinist Andre Rieu. Place was jammed. Shoot, I was ready to park cars. Hey, lady with the neck mink, how about a tip!
We left the fish game sixth inning or so to catch the new art exhibit at genial host Eileen Walsh’s Gallery at Black Rock on Fairfield Avenue. Click ad link top left for more details.
We finished the night back downtown at Épernay, that hip, hot and heavenly bistro on Fairfield Avenue where the cast of the Wiz jammed the joint following the first (sold out) gig for its three-week run at Playhouse on the Green.
We chatted with two of the nicest folks on the planet visiting Épernay for the first time OIB friends Tom and Michelle Lyons. Michelle represents the North End on the City Council.
And then, oh baby, I could not believe my eyes. Together enjoying Épernay none other than City Tax Collector Ann Kelly-Lenz and Tax Assessor Elaine Carvalho fresh off a Friday night budget session with the City Council’s Budgets and Appropriations committee. I wonder if budget co-chair Bob Curwen set the session Friday night just to torture two departments already understaffed.
Usually, it seems the tax collector and tax assessor for a municipality never get along. Too many turf issues. But Ann and Elaine are like sisters in arms, and that’s a good thing for the city to maximize city revenues.
Toto from the Wiz was also running around at Épernay. “Come on over here my little pretty,” I urged. “How about a taste of cabernet?”
Son of a gun preferred my index finger.