Now that Ooma is gone, she can no longer lay claim to the Buckingham Blues Bar as “her” space. And, I assume, the ban imposed by the owner is no longer going to be enforced. So on Wednesday night this week, I (with Marlene on my arm) went back to The Buck.
It felt a bit like dancing on Ooma’s grave. But the fact that I could be there and she couldn’t felt damn good.
The music there is always great but the drinks are relatively expensive. We will go back occasionally, but there are many other bands and better venues, so it won’t be a regular thing. But it is great to have the option once again.
