I saw my old friend Rupert's face looking at us from a poster mounted under the lighted "Appearing Tonight" sign. The heavy wooden door opened and we were greeted by a dual blast of warm air and loud rock music. Frank turned to me with a grin and handed me two foam rubber earplugs. Our names were supposed to be on the guest list and somehow, despite the noise, Frank communicated that fact to the doorman. He checked his list, examined our identification and motioned us inside.