Dress Code Nightmare: The night i met Monk

About 8 years ago after having just moved to the DC area i got called to do a "society gig". Now, here in DC the term "society gig" translates to: Good Pay/Strict Regulations/ And playing with a bunch of kats who you've never seen before a day in your life. You don't go into these kinda gigs lookin to hear something deep over a minor 2-5-1 progression. I mean it's nothing for the drummer to whip out a metronome before he counts off the tempo to "Satin Doll"..LoL. But anyway, on this particular gig my man calls me and says "man I gotta pretty good paying gig for you.....the only catch is it's tomorrow and it's black-tie". Now I moved up to DC with $35 bucks....and by this time that money had dwindled away, so I was amped up! So i was broke and excited but didn't have a tuxedo so I borrowed a bow tie from my man. I also borrowed a black suede-esque jacket from my cousin. So i show up at the gig and the kats in the band are very courteous but "tight". But it's all good. So we play the first set and everything goes well. I was editing my solos like a mugg: "Ok, Dre no Tri-Tone subs".."Ok, stick to the melody". But anyway the apex of this story happens when we take our 1st break. So the vocalist , who is the leader that night, walks up to me and ,let me remind you that this is the 1st conversation we've had all night and says: "Is that what you call Black-Tie?". I'm thinking: "This chick is straight TRIPPIN!" I had to put this make-shift outfit together to save her butt after another kat canceled at the last minute and this is the thanks I get!?!?. So I was like: "Well, this is black-tie at 24hours NOTICE!" ...LoL. One last thing: I noticed the strangest thing about the piano player. Whenever he wasn't playing he had his hands clasped in front of his belly like a Monk. LoL. I thought it to be very strange(but hey what do I know maybe this kat was deeply spiritual !). Ok i could let it pass when he was walking around but not WHEN YOUR SITTING DOWN. LoL. So as the night goes on and the gig is winding down, we do our last song and begin breaking down. I looked at the piano player and for the first time his hands weren't clasped to reveal, one of the TIGHEST tuxedo Jackets I had ever SEEN in LIFE...LoL. So I discovered that his hands were clasped all night to hide the fact that his jacket wouldn't button. LoL. What a night.