Beer bottles on the shelf at Barbès in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
I got to the bar good and early, because last time I went to see Les Chauds Lapins at Barbès, I arrived just as they were starting, and the eensy performance space was packed. I stood pressed into a doorway for the first half and had to stand outside the room altogether, behind a guy who was, like, seven feet tall, for the second half.
Of course, when I arrived for this show, the band wasn’t there yet, and the room was closed. So I sat at the end of the bar and ordered a beer, and then I spent a few minutes steeling myself to draw in public.
Maybe ten minutes in, the very nice bartender saw me drawing and brought over a candle—thereby changing all the shadows and highlights. “No! You’re ruining it!” I said. “But thanks!”
Later on, while I waited for the band to start (from a seat in the second row, right in front of Meg!), I decided to tidy up the drawing, blacking in some of the shadows more. One of the first things I did? Fill in the highlights on the Anchor Steam bottle. Oops. Had to put them back in using Photoshop. At the same time, I obviously forgot to apply any shading to the label on the same bottle.
I chose a draft beer, myself—Blue Point Toasted Lager, which I’d never heard of before. Tasty.