6/23 - Kelley's Island Brewery
We played the Islands!! Doug and Patty (the owners) were very gracious.

Our view was spectacular. We got to see the lake and all the boats while we were singing. However, the background for any pictures of us was not so great. Oh well. We did take a couple of shots with the lake and the sunset as a background when we were finished just to prove we were actually on the island.

Our first request of the evening was "don't fear the reaper". Well, we did fear. We were very, very afraid. No, we didn't sing it.

The cutest little boys EVER were there dancing away. I swear the older one was doing his version of river dance. It was so cute and way too hysterical. I completely lost all concentration during "stop in the name of love" that all I could do was laugh uncontrollably for an entire verse.
Terry snapped some pictures of them and I think he was laughing so hard that the pictures will probably come out blurry. He was talking with the boys' father and learned that they're from England and that they were at Kelley's on vacation.

Oh yeah, I surprised everyone (even my own self) with Joni Mitchell's version of "big yellow taxi" at the end where she sings high and then low. Usually, I just do the low bit and skip the really high part. Mud said it was a song that only dogs could hear. I have no idea if it was on key or not, but it was fun to do. Then a guy threw some money into the tip jar and I asked him if that was for me to keep singing or to stop.

After we finished up at The Brewery, we went to Bag The Moon and listened to the band who was playing there. C-Man was crackin' me up somethin' fearce when he stopped this
picture perfect young blond and started talking to her like they knew each other. We could tell that she was really doing the math in her head to figure out where they knew each other from and just how well they knew each other. He's got some big ones, I'll give him that.

Then, he ended up dancing and chatting it up with yet another blond. I think he tuckered himself out and slept all the way home.

A good time was had by all and we can't wait to go back!

6/21 - The LaPorte Inn
Happy 1st day of summer! The moon was very cool tonight. I noticed it when I was coming home. It looked like a picture. It was a big old half moon, kind of yellow gold. But, I do digress...

The gig finally took off during the last half. People got up to dance and started to really get into the music and have fun.

They have $3.75 pitchers of beer. We couldn't figure out why the place wasn't packed just for that reason alone. There were only a handful of people there.

Joel was there! He's a big sweetheart. We missed Shirley being with him tonight, but we sang for her anyway.

And it was Diana's birthday. She was one of the chicks at the bar. She was very bendy. When we sang our version of Happy Birthday, she actually did the somersault and the cartwheel across the floor. She also did the splits, but that wasn't part of the song. C-Man asked her why she didn't put her legs behind her head, as requested in the song and she told him that she would have, but she didn't hear him say that. GEESH! He'll probably never be the same.

We did a Rasta version of a couple songs. That was fun. Too bad we didn't have our Rasta Man dancer from Scorchers there tonight. He definitely would have been into it.

6/9/07 - The West Park Station
Holy crap, it was noisy in there! I must be getting old. Anyway, a good time was had by all.
Tonight was kind of like old home week - I finally got to meet Swan and to sing with her for a little bit, Joe was working the door, Max was there for the duration and loved us, Peanuts popped in for a bit and I even saw "Santa" (Norm) and of course, Chloe was there.
It was a great night! Did I mention how loud it was in there tonight? It was SO LOUD.
That's pretty much it for this evening's festivities.

6/2/07 - The Harland Pub
It was our Marcel Marceau gig. Once again the Cav's came through for us, but we did get to leave with some lovely parting gifts. They let us take the posters that were hung up advertising Project Mojo.
The end.