If you have not figured out by now, I like all types of music, to include the heavy metal thunder of one Judas Priest. I am not sure if this is the right Judas Priest concert for this story but the time frame is in the right ballpark. While I was dating my now wife of 34 years, and we were both attending Queens College, we went to the Judas Priest show at The Palladium together. Granted, heavy metal really was not her thing (although she did like Van Halen as you will see later) but off to Manhattan we went. On the way to the concert, we stopped at a real dive bar where the safest drink to order would undoubtedly be a bottled beer. For some unknown reason, despite my objections, my future bride gets it in her head to order a Sloe Gin Fizz. Now having never have seen or drank one of those concoctions, I am not sure what it was supposed to look like but, as I recall, the cocktail was almost blood red in color. From the looks of it, my guess is this particular bartender had never created such an alcoholic beverage before but my then girlfriend had decided that this was the drink for her. She polished it off like a pro and to the show we went. I have no idea what the ingredients are or were supposed to be, but this drink got her pretty intoxicated, pretty fast and, as she was not a big drinker to begin with, on the verge of being sick. We made it through the evening somehow and I returned to her Elmhurst apartment building where fortunately her parents were not up; I left her in the hands of baby sister and made my way back to Oakland Gardens.
You’ve Got Another Thing Comin’

Rock on!

GQ