Soul food, jazz and basketball

Saturday we took Casey and Mary

to Baker’s Keyboard Lounge at Eight Mile and Livernois, as part of her brother’s belated birthday acknowledgement. We like that place. And the music Saturday night was really something, it was this cat. He was phenomenal, as was the rest of his group. We had a rather memorable dinner of soul food and cocktails. It was quite a night.

Sunday we got up and tried to bang out some errands, but it was hard because a.) we were beat, and b.) we were meeting Megan and Duke at The Palace for the Pistons Game 1 against Cleveland. This helps to take one’s mind off the fucking choke-artist hockey team in the city. Duke came through with the tickets, as well as passes to the Cingular Room, which is this quasi-swanky, everything’s-complementary dining room and bar inside the venue. Very nice.

Before the game, we caught these folks.

The introductions are always quite a display there.

It didn’t take long for Detroit to pull away and make a rout of it

They shut down LeBron’s ass, holding him pointless in the entire second half. Nobody can beat this Detroit team in seven games. Nobody.