The other folk at the Path Cafe open mic on Christopher Street in the West Village were very friendly (particularly Andrea from the UK and Bobby Blue from Brooklyn, pictured below) and I had no shortage of offers to borrow an instrument. In the end, though, it was easiest to go with the battered but nice-sounding house guitar.
The procedure involved drawing a number from a bowl, and with over 40 people wanting to play, I could have been there until 11 pm. Fortunately, however (given that I was by 7 pm beginning to flag from the effects of the previous day's travel and not a great night's sleep), I drew number 3, which meant not only that I played early, but that I got to do two songs, unlike those who played after the number 12 slot, by which time it was limited to one song each.
I played 'Slick as Texas Oil' and 'This House', and when I got home much later, I had a message from a steel guitarist who'd been there, offering to play some steel for me - open mics are such a great way to network!
I stayed as late as I could to listen to the other acts, but was having trouble keeping my eyes open by 9 pm, at which point I caught the uptown subway and was back at the apartment by 9.20, hitting the sack by 10 - and now that it's 4 am, I'm ready and raring to go again... :-/
Stay tuned for my NYC pawn shop adventures...