8/25 - The Station
Once again, patio/hot/humid. Just add feasting mosquitoes, dust, and trains with crazy horn blowing engineers to the mix and you've got this gig.
At least this time we had people on the patio with us. We had our crowdling dancer who was the way cutest little boy, although he was actually more of a swayer than a dancer. Sorry, won't explain the crowdling thing. Privileged inside info and I know as Chloe reads this, she's singing.
I gave him the shaky egg and he quickly realized that it would be way more fun to use it as a soccer ball than as anything related to music. It was most enjoyable for me to watch his parents scramble for it as it went sailing across the deck.
Oh, guess what I had to eat during one of the breaks? If you guessed M&C, then you are absolutely correct and win nothing.
The power was off across the street, so the people in that neighborhood must have all decided at once to follow the light, which lead them to our gig. They got there during one of the breaks and about 2 seconds before we were ready to start playing, as Mud was switching the music off and the mics on, all the lights across the street came back on. Mud was pretty happy to finally figure out what that one switch was for. But, as soon as everyone saw the lights they all herded themselves back across the street. Gotta love the power of the pack.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
8/23 - Rooster's
Played on the patio again and it was oh so too very warm. Who am I kidding, it was HKT hot. I have no idea what that means, but mom used to say it during the dog days of summer. All I know is that is was HOT.
And the humidity was at 1,000 percent so that made it all the more enjoyable. It was so humid, the air was almost liquid. To quote Owen, "the night was moist".
From our spot on the patio, we had a perfect view through the windows to all the people inside enjoying the AC action. Other than Chloe (our official MojoPhotoGrapher), there was 1 table of people on the patio. They toughed it out and stayed almost until the end. A couple of boys came outside and sat down for 2 or 3 songs during the last set and then went back inside to join the others and all the comforts of AC.
The only thing that got me through the evening was the deep fried macaroni and cheese. The boys and Chloe determined that I'm addicted to M&C. Hey, there could be worse things to be addicted to. At least with M&C I'm getting some of the basic food groups: dairy, whole grains (I'm pretending that the pasta wasn't made with processed, bleached white flour) and let's not forget the most important food group of all - grease. It's also a musical.
Played on the patio again and it was oh so too very warm. Who am I kidding, it was HKT hot. I have no idea what that means, but mom used to say it during the dog days of summer. All I know is that is was HOT.
And the humidity was at 1,000 percent so that made it all the more enjoyable. It was so humid, the air was almost liquid. To quote Owen, "the night was moist".
From our spot on the patio, we had a perfect view through the windows to all the people inside enjoying the AC action. Other than Chloe (our official MojoPhotoGrapher), there was 1 table of people on the patio. They toughed it out and stayed almost until the end. A couple of boys came outside and sat down for 2 or 3 songs during the last set and then went back inside to join the others and all the comforts of AC.
The only thing that got me through the evening was the deep fried macaroni and cheese. The boys and Chloe determined that I'm addicted to M&C. Hey, there could be worse things to be addicted to. At least with M&C I'm getting some of the basic food groups: dairy, whole grains (I'm pretending that the pasta wasn't made with processed, bleached white flour) and let's not forget the most important food group of all - grease. It's also a musical.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
8/16 - Rooster's
We were back on the patio! It's much nicer to play outside. The weather wasn't too horrible.
Maybe a wee bit humid for a bit, but it cooled off nicely by the end of the evening.
I now know the weight limit on my "coffee table". That would be 1 giant glass of water and 1 big ass beer. Too much. Yeah, it came crashing down. Glass broke. Liquid spewed. It was not pretty. The worst part about it was that I had only 3 sips of the beer before it went sailing into oblivion. You know how there's that moment of silence immediately after the sound of breaking glass, no matter how loud it was just before the breaking glass sound? Yeah, we had that. Then Mud broke the silence with "clean up on isle 4" and then everyone went back to what they were doing before the crash and isle 4 remained unclean.
The rest of the first set was pretty uneventful, but on the break I decided to tempt fate and got another big ass beer and yet another giant glass of water. Perhaps the bartender thought it would be entertaining to see what would happen if I had a sharp object too, so to this glass of water she added a lemon that was speared with a really pointy plastic sword. I changed my mind about fate and immediately removed the sword and handed it to the nearest adult and I used an actual full size table with actual full size legs to set the glasses on this time. Usually I'm much more adventurous, but hey - there was beer involved.
During our last break, C-Man and I both had heart-attack-on-a-plate. Deep fried macaroni and cheese with sour cream. Yummm... It was most good.
Other than that, I've got nothin'.
We were back on the patio! It's much nicer to play outside. The weather wasn't too horrible.
Maybe a wee bit humid for a bit, but it cooled off nicely by the end of the evening.
I now know the weight limit on my "coffee table". That would be 1 giant glass of water and 1 big ass beer. Too much. Yeah, it came crashing down. Glass broke. Liquid spewed. It was not pretty. The worst part about it was that I had only 3 sips of the beer before it went sailing into oblivion. You know how there's that moment of silence immediately after the sound of breaking glass, no matter how loud it was just before the breaking glass sound? Yeah, we had that. Then Mud broke the silence with "clean up on isle 4" and then everyone went back to what they were doing before the crash and isle 4 remained unclean.
The rest of the first set was pretty uneventful, but on the break I decided to tempt fate and got another big ass beer and yet another giant glass of water. Perhaps the bartender thought it would be entertaining to see what would happen if I had a sharp object too, so to this glass of water she added a lemon that was speared with a really pointy plastic sword. I changed my mind about fate and immediately removed the sword and handed it to the nearest adult and I used an actual full size table with actual full size legs to set the glasses on this time. Usually I'm much more adventurous, but hey - there was beer involved.
During our last break, C-Man and I both had heart-attack-on-a-plate. Deep fried macaroni and cheese with sour cream. Yummm... It was most good.
Other than that, I've got nothin'.
Monday, August 13, 2007
8/11 - Kelley's Island Brewery
The Rattler and I decided not to take the car over this time. Remember the Saturday Night Live commercial spoof called "bad idea jeans"? Yeah, that was us. For a couple of reasons:
1) Lola does not walk for transportational porpoises. When I'm at home I walk from the couch to the refrigerator and back again. When I'm at work I walk from my desk to the coffee pot and back again. I usually count these walks as exercise since they're repeated throughout the day.
b) The Rattler and I both wore black shirts (the sun was out in full force) and I had on my Frankenstein sandals, which I ended up carrying after about 10 steps.
When we finally arrived after many "are we there yet?" questions from yours truly, we discovered that we were part of the Matching Mojos. We all had on black shirts and khaki shorty pants. The boys all had on baseball caps, too (apparently, I didn't get that memo).
We ended up doing a Rolling Stones tribute with every song being a Stones song. We could have sung Tennessee Ernie Ford and it would have been a Rolling Stones song. It was pretty entertaining to see the confused looks on people's faces and to read their lips when they told the people they were with that they thought for sure that was a Beatles song, which of course it was.
C-Man was told to make an announcement that a couple there would be married in 3 weeks. The announcement was news to the groom-to-be. Oddly enough, they left shortly after that.
We had our resident dancer again. A cute little boy who was accompanied by his dad and his grandfather. It was very sweet. They did their own version of the bunny hop.
I had been looking forward to having an Island Devil beer, but it was still "green" and not yet ready for public consumption. However, after I whined to the owner about not being able to have it and that I'd been so looking forward to it, he whisked me away to the private brew room to get a sample. I know you think this is going to be a dirty story, but it's not. That's the only sample of his that I got and/or cared to have. The Matching Mojos know the real reason that Lola got her way! Pretty sure it had something to do with floatation devices...
We were set up in a much better location this time and hopefully next year when we go back they'll have electricity out there so everyone will be able to stay after dark.
While we were singing, I kept seeing island taxis driving past and as I was memorizing the phone number I was also wondering where they were when my bare feet were becoming one with stones and hot pavement. But, not to worry - Mark took the Rattler and me back to the ferry after the gig, which I thought was very nice of him.
None of us were in the party mood when we finished up, so we all hopped the ferry to come back home. We were all star gazing with Mud making up names of constellations which were oh so too very funny at the time, but of course I can't remember any of them now. CRS strikes again.
I did learn that Orion's Belt has a big old belt buckle that says Orion on it. Yes, I know he made that up too.
The Rattler and I decided not to take the car over this time. Remember the Saturday Night Live commercial spoof called "bad idea jeans"? Yeah, that was us. For a couple of reasons:
1) Lola does not walk for transportational porpoises. When I'm at home I walk from the couch to the refrigerator and back again. When I'm at work I walk from my desk to the coffee pot and back again. I usually count these walks as exercise since they're repeated throughout the day.
b) The Rattler and I both wore black shirts (the sun was out in full force) and I had on my Frankenstein sandals, which I ended up carrying after about 10 steps.
When we finally arrived after many "are we there yet?" questions from yours truly, we discovered that we were part of the Matching Mojos. We all had on black shirts and khaki shorty pants. The boys all had on baseball caps, too (apparently, I didn't get that memo).
We ended up doing a Rolling Stones tribute with every song being a Stones song. We could have sung Tennessee Ernie Ford and it would have been a Rolling Stones song. It was pretty entertaining to see the confused looks on people's faces and to read their lips when they told the people they were with that they thought for sure that was a Beatles song, which of course it was.
C-Man was told to make an announcement that a couple there would be married in 3 weeks. The announcement was news to the groom-to-be. Oddly enough, they left shortly after that.
We had our resident dancer again. A cute little boy who was accompanied by his dad and his grandfather. It was very sweet. They did their own version of the bunny hop.
I had been looking forward to having an Island Devil beer, but it was still "green" and not yet ready for public consumption. However, after I whined to the owner about not being able to have it and that I'd been so looking forward to it, he whisked me away to the private brew room to get a sample. I know you think this is going to be a dirty story, but it's not. That's the only sample of his that I got and/or cared to have. The Matching Mojos know the real reason that Lola got her way! Pretty sure it had something to do with floatation devices...
We were set up in a much better location this time and hopefully next year when we go back they'll have electricity out there so everyone will be able to stay after dark.
While we were singing, I kept seeing island taxis driving past and as I was memorizing the phone number I was also wondering where they were when my bare feet were becoming one with stones and hot pavement. But, not to worry - Mark took the Rattler and me back to the ferry after the gig, which I thought was very nice of him.
None of us were in the party mood when we finished up, so we all hopped the ferry to come back home. We were all star gazing with Mud making up names of constellations which were oh so too very funny at the time, but of course I can't remember any of them now. CRS strikes again.
I did learn that Orion's Belt has a big old belt buckle that says Orion on it. Yes, I know he made that up too.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
8/10 - The Driftwood
Perfect night for being outside, especially compared to the last time we played there. We got to see the sunset, which Mud got some pictures of, and we had a perfect view of the lake (until it got dark). Life is good!
Searched for beach glass during one of the breaks and didn't find any. I thought that there would have been a ton of it out there, but no.
We had a guest percussionist/dancer. Her name is Clarissa Lynne and she's a whopping 2 years old. What a little cutie! She gathered up an armload of twigs and branches and used a couple of the larger ones as her drum sticks.
The table that was close to where we set up shop for the night was all feng shuied out with stones, which I took as a really good sign.
Barbara Jo and William E. came out to see us. That made me pretty happy. Probably won't see them again until Christmas time. You'd think we live at opposite ends of the earth.
Paul and Little B. came out too! Poor Brenda, with her asthma - during one of the songs, she ended up having to find a place to sit that wasn't downwind of the cigarette smoke and moved to 3 different spots until she finally found a place to breath. Paul said that she was trying to make it look like there were more people out there.
The inside was pretty hoppin', which didn't make any sense because there was no air conditioning in there and it was such a beautiful night to be outside, not to mention the whole lake view / sunset thing goin' on that they missed out on. But more importantly, they missed out on the Mojo. It's a project, you know.
The bugs liked us. As soon as we coated ourselves in Off , the bugs came around in full force. Maybe they took it as a challenge, I don't know. But, the funny thing was that C-Man didn't use any and he seemed to be bug free.
At one point, Mud had his own Discovery Channel thing goin' on with a bug that decided to hang out on his mic during one of his songs. Thankfully, he looked away in time so that his cross-eyed condition isn't permanent.
I got my taste of a bug when it flew into my mouth while I was singing. Yummy. Now I understand why those people who eat bugs coat them in chocolate.
Perfect night for being outside, especially compared to the last time we played there. We got to see the sunset, which Mud got some pictures of, and we had a perfect view of the lake (until it got dark). Life is good!
Searched for beach glass during one of the breaks and didn't find any. I thought that there would have been a ton of it out there, but no.
We had a guest percussionist/dancer. Her name is Clarissa Lynne and she's a whopping 2 years old. What a little cutie! She gathered up an armload of twigs and branches and used a couple of the larger ones as her drum sticks.
The table that was close to where we set up shop for the night was all feng shuied out with stones, which I took as a really good sign.
Barbara Jo and William E. came out to see us. That made me pretty happy. Probably won't see them again until Christmas time. You'd think we live at opposite ends of the earth.
Paul and Little B. came out too! Poor Brenda, with her asthma - during one of the songs, she ended up having to find a place to sit that wasn't downwind of the cigarette smoke and moved to 3 different spots until she finally found a place to breath. Paul said that she was trying to make it look like there were more people out there.
The inside was pretty hoppin', which didn't make any sense because there was no air conditioning in there and it was such a beautiful night to be outside, not to mention the whole lake view / sunset thing goin' on that they missed out on. But more importantly, they missed out on the Mojo. It's a project, you know.
The bugs liked us. As soon as we coated ourselves in Off , the bugs came around in full force. Maybe they took it as a challenge, I don't know. But, the funny thing was that C-Man didn't use any and he seemed to be bug free.
At one point, Mud had his own Discovery Channel thing goin' on with a bug that decided to hang out on his mic during one of his songs. Thankfully, he looked away in time so that his cross-eyed condition isn't permanent.
I got my taste of a bug when it flew into my mouth while I was singing. Yummy. Now I understand why those people who eat bugs coat them in chocolate.
8/9 - B.C. Rooster's
We ended up playing inside, because of the weather and I'm pretty sure that we all like the patio setting better. For me it was more relaxed and fun. However, a couple of the servers there made it fun inside. They danced to some of the songs and did the choreography to Stop In The Name Of Love.
I got to play the Mojo version of peek-a-boo with a little girl who was sitting at one of the tables with her family. She was hiding behind her mom and I got to hide behind the mic stand
(I know I can't fit behind the mic stand, I'm not that delusional). Not sure which one of us had more fun.
Chloe, our MojoPhotoGrapher was there and got some fun shots of us. She's a great supporter!
Joel showed up during the last set to redeem himself from being absent for so long. C-Man gave his blessing and all's forgiven. We sang Hang On Shirley for Shirley in her absence. Joel did the choreography on that one.
That's pretty much it for this gig. Hopefully, next Thursday we can be back outside.
We ended up playing inside, because of the weather and I'm pretty sure that we all like the patio setting better. For me it was more relaxed and fun. However, a couple of the servers there made it fun inside. They danced to some of the songs and did the choreography to Stop In The Name Of Love.
I got to play the Mojo version of peek-a-boo with a little girl who was sitting at one of the tables with her family. She was hiding behind her mom and I got to hide behind the mic stand
(I know I can't fit behind the mic stand, I'm not that delusional). Not sure which one of us had more fun.
Chloe, our MojoPhotoGrapher was there and got some fun shots of us. She's a great supporter!
Joel showed up during the last set to redeem himself from being absent for so long. C-Man gave his blessing and all's forgiven. We sang Hang On Shirley for Shirley in her absence. Joel did the choreography on that one.
That's pretty much it for this gig. Hopefully, next Thursday we can be back outside.
Monday, August 6, 2007
8/3 - The Station
When I got there I noticed that C-Man had already made a new friend. Her name is Leah. She's 8 years old. He was teaching her one of the songs and she was just enamored with him.
Leah sang Can't By Me Love with us and played the maracas. I seriously thought about just packing my bag and leaving right then. This little chicklette was great! She hung with us for a while, playing the maracas and keeping us in line.
The cutest thing was when Mud was singing Kodachrome and he got to the line, "when I look back on all the crap I learned in high school", Leah's head snapped up to look at him with a horrified look on her face. When I realized that she thought he'd said something hugely bad and was going to get in trouble, I leaned over and whispered to her that it was okay, he sad "crap" instead of the real bad word. She was okay with that.
C-Man was the one for her, though. He remembered her cat's name (Biscuit) and talked to her about her cat and about life in general like she was a real grown up, not just a little kid and it made her feel so special. It was very sweet.
She even got paid for her gig! A whole dollar. Hopefully, we didn't violate any child labor laws.
This time around, we did have a couple dogs on the deck with us. A basset hound named Buford and a black lab named something I can't remember. The CRS kicked in, sorry. Buford was so very cute. The only way we could tell that he was happy was that his little tail was wagging. His face and eyes still had that sad basset hound look.
The trains didn't seem to be as bad as the last time. Of course they came at the most inopportune times. Once while C-Man was singing, he just mouthed the words until the train went by, which reminded me of the Little Rascal's episode where Alfalfa is giving a speech at the train station and each time the train would blow it's whistle, Alfalfa's words were drowned out, so of course it cracked me up.
Then when Mud was singing Driver 8, a train went by. I thought that was most appropriate.
I looked to see if the train was the number 8 train, but it wasn't. The driver may have been...
When I got there I noticed that C-Man had already made a new friend. Her name is Leah. She's 8 years old. He was teaching her one of the songs and she was just enamored with him.
Leah sang Can't By Me Love with us and played the maracas. I seriously thought about just packing my bag and leaving right then. This little chicklette was great! She hung with us for a while, playing the maracas and keeping us in line.
The cutest thing was when Mud was singing Kodachrome and he got to the line, "when I look back on all the crap I learned in high school", Leah's head snapped up to look at him with a horrified look on her face. When I realized that she thought he'd said something hugely bad and was going to get in trouble, I leaned over and whispered to her that it was okay, he sad "crap" instead of the real bad word. She was okay with that.
C-Man was the one for her, though. He remembered her cat's name (Biscuit) and talked to her about her cat and about life in general like she was a real grown up, not just a little kid and it made her feel so special. It was very sweet.
She even got paid for her gig! A whole dollar. Hopefully, we didn't violate any child labor laws.
This time around, we did have a couple dogs on the deck with us. A basset hound named Buford and a black lab named something I can't remember. The CRS kicked in, sorry. Buford was so very cute. The only way we could tell that he was happy was that his little tail was wagging. His face and eyes still had that sad basset hound look.
The trains didn't seem to be as bad as the last time. Of course they came at the most inopportune times. Once while C-Man was singing, he just mouthed the words until the train went by, which reminded me of the Little Rascal's episode where Alfalfa is giving a speech at the train station and each time the train would blow it's whistle, Alfalfa's words were drowned out, so of course it cracked me up.
Then when Mud was singing Driver 8, a train went by. I thought that was most appropriate.
I looked to see if the train was the number 8 train, but it wasn't. The driver may have been...
8/2 - B.C. Rooster's
Rooster's is a fairly new place in the Parma-ish area. It's only been open about 3 months.
Tim, the manager is a hoot. Oh no, wait - that's an owl not a rooster. Whatever. Anyway, he's a very nice boy.
We played out on the patio and we ended up having a pretty decent time, despite the heat and humidity. I felt like the wicked witch. I'm melting...melting. It was not pretty.
There was a boat parked in the driveway of the house across the street, so we sort of pretended that we were still at the island gig. I said sort of.
Chloe was there (of course!) and took some pretty cool pictures.
It's going to be a standing gig for Thursdays through August and September, so that's good for us. Not so good for Lola once choir practice starts up again, though. Yes, choir as in church choir. Lola meets Sister Christian. Hey, weirder things have happened.
Nothing out of the ordinary to report on this gig.
Rooster's is a fairly new place in the Parma-ish area. It's only been open about 3 months.
Tim, the manager is a hoot. Oh no, wait - that's an owl not a rooster. Whatever. Anyway, he's a very nice boy.
We played out on the patio and we ended up having a pretty decent time, despite the heat and humidity. I felt like the wicked witch. I'm melting...melting. It was not pretty.
There was a boat parked in the driveway of the house across the street, so we sort of pretended that we were still at the island gig. I said sort of.
Chloe was there (of course!) and took some pretty cool pictures.
It's going to be a standing gig for Thursdays through August and September, so that's good for us. Not so good for Lola once choir practice starts up again, though. Yes, choir as in church choir. Lola meets Sister Christian. Hey, weirder things have happened.
Nothing out of the ordinary to report on this gig.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
She's baaaaaack...
Okay, let's continue with the island gig. I'm only 1 week behind and for me that's not so bad.
7/28
Saturday at Put-In-Bay
After hiking from our deluxe accommodations and rounding the corner to the main drag to grab some breakfast at Pasquale's, which was reported to have the best breakfast on the island, we were shocked and amazed (I was anyway, don't know about everyone else) at the amount of people who were already cruising the strip, some of them cruising with a nice buzz. I was a wee bit envious about the morning buzz thing, but not envious enough to have a bloody mary to kick start my day. Having had a nap in place of a full night's sleep, I needed coffee and lots of it. However, there was no one selling coffee to the people waiting in line out the door and down the sidewalk.
At that point, I didn't really care if Pasquale's had the best breakfast or not and I was about to suggest that we keep moving when I realized that I could just cross the street to get my much needed jolt of caffeine at the coffee bar that pretended to be a real bar by offering a choice of margarita or bloody mary, both of which I declined. So, Chloe and I took every one's coffee order (everyone in our group, not everyone in the line) and while we were waiting for our 6 cups of LARGE coffee, the line at Pasquale's started moving. We bailed on the coffee bar chick.
After breakfast and lots of coffee, we said our goodbyes to Gene and Denny and then Rattler, Chloe and I went to the peace monument and then went to check out the winery and the crystal cave. We got chips (poker type chips, not potato type chips) for free glasses of wine. But, by then it was starting to get close to the time that Rattler had to catch the ferry back so we didn't get to use our chips. Of course I kept them to cash in later.
Chloe and I sent Rattler on his way and then hiked back to the Ritz to settle in for a long summer's nap. Napping is good.
After the second round of gigging and standing in the same spot with the same view (which was incredible, because we got to look out at the lake to see all the boats and sunsets), I noticed that the middle of the tree in the middle of the patio looked like an elongated heart. I thought it was kinda neat. Yeah, I said neat.
In between the view of the tree and the view of the boats and sunsets was the view of the sidewalk and the street. Not too much of interest on the sidewalk, just the standard view of people passing by. The street was a different story.
There was some rent-a-bride thing that kept passing by. We're not really sure if it was a chapel on wheels or a van load of desperate girls looking to have their version of a Vegas wedding.
There seemed to be a continous stream of police cars and firetrucks. No, it wasn't a parade. It might have been the same 1 police car and 1 firetruck making tons of trips. Don't know. But the point is that Saturday night was so different from Friday. Much more activity and great people watching!
After the gig, we went to the Beer Barrel to listen to a band that I missed out on hearing the night before for reasons that fall into the selective senility area of my brain. The lead singer wears all kinds of different outfits which he changes every couple of songs. The outfits are all women's clothes. I think it was just his "shtick". It certainly made us remember him!
The Beer Barrel has the longest bar EVER. It winds around kind of like a maze, but it's one continuous bar that's about a bazillion feet long. That's long. The place was packed, but we managed to get through the sea of people to find a place to sit.
Some guy wanted to get from one side of the room to the other, so he took the shortest distance between two points approach and walked across the tables to get there. It was way more fun to watch the reactions from the people who were sitting at the tables he was walking across than it was to watch him.
And let's not forget the couple at the table next to us who decided to do their version of dirty dancing. Because they were standing and we were sitting, we got to be right up close and personal. I'm thinkin' the sharp stick in the eye might have been better.
From there we made our way down to the Round House to listen to the 15 year old we met the night before at the dorm. When we got there the people were packed in like sardines, the line was out the door and WAY down the sidewalk so we chose to just stand on the other side of the street where we could see them and almost, but not quite hear them.
There were a few bachelorette parties going on that night too. One of the brides-to-be was sitting on the porch at the Round House wearing a cowboy hat complete with a veil and a penis No, not a real one. Well, the veil was real. We assumed that she was a bride-to-be and not someone with a really weird sense of fashion.
C-Man ended up splitting off from us and going back to crash, because he'd been fighting off a cold for a couple of days. He was a trooper, though.
Chloe, Mud, and I decided to continue people watching and we found a park bench where we could sit and enjoy the show. It didn't take long until the show came to us.
Some girl meanders over to us, carrying her CFM yellow pumps (yes, yellow). She told us that we looked harmless and asked if she could sit with us. Sure. She was on the island for her sister's bachelorette party and oh guess what, her sister was the one with the penis hat.
The park bench was right across from the pay phones and some guy was using the phone while he was listening to his MP3. This girl thought that he was using the pay phone while he was on his cell phone. That was most disturbing to her.
She was telling us that 2 years ago was the last time she was at Put-In-Bay and that time she ended up passing out in the park next to some animal sculpture. Her friends took pictures and posted them on My Space. Okay, you've totally stopped reading this and are searching My Space for chicks passed out in the park at Put-In-Bay in 2005 aren't you? Of course you are. I almost did the search my own self.
Oh, but guess what else we learned about her - she never drinks and is in bed by 9:00 every night. Come on, you haven't forgotten the rule already have you? Let's review: do not mess with other people's fantasies.
7/29
Sunday at Put-In-Bay
C-Man was already out and about, so the 3 Musketeers (okay, Three Stooges) headed out for breakfast. We took a long-cut and ended up getting to see a pirate ship. Not a real one though.
This time we went to a breakfast buffet which was way more exciting to think about than it was to actually see it in person. Remember the dirty dancing couple from the night before? Yeah, they were there. Thankfully, this time our tables were not right next to each other.
After a sufficient amount of grazing, we took the ferry over to Middle Bass where we rented a golf cart and did the self guided tour. We got a map and stopped at all the "hot spots".
Middle Bass was so quiet and peaceful. I could definitely see the attraction for living there.
The place that we rented the golf cart from was also an ice cream parlor AND a bar. Ya gotta love that. Of course we got ice cream when we dropped off the cart.
The bar was pretty interesting. It had playing cards that had people's names written on them randomly stuck to the ceiling. But, the whole cards thing didn't match any theme that they did or did not have going on in there so Mud asked the nice man behind the bar what the deal was with the cards. HA! I crack my self up. Get it - deal...cards. Okay whatever.
Anyway, the story is that some magician was in there and gave a deck of cards to someone to write their name on one of the cards and to put it back in the deck. Then the magician flipped the deck up and the card that had the person's name on it stuck to the ceiling. It was a pretty impressive story, because they did not have a drop ceiling in that joint. I think it would have been way fun to see in person.
We noticed that there was a priest on the ferry with us on the way back and we didn't know whether to be nervous or comforted. We figured that if the boat went down, at least we'd get last rights. It didn't sink. And we didn't get last rights.
After we got back to PIB, Chloe decided to do the nap thing again so Mud and I cruised around for a while.
We went to The Boathouse to see Alex Bevin. He's not such a skinny little boy (from Cleveland, OH) any more. Stayed there for a couple of songs and then it dawned on me that I still had the chips for the wine. Guess where we went next. That would be correct.
However, we decided to walk. It's a really long walk from the Boathouse to the winery. But hey, it was free wine. Remember the "I'd walk a mile for a Camel" slogan? I guess our slogan was "I'd walk a ways for free wine".
On the way back from the winery, we hit the chocolate factory/museum. The museum portion of it was a small room with tins from long ago and some reproductions that had any thing at all to do with chocolate and a big poster on the wall that gave us all the information we needed about the evolution of chocolate.
I became a Lolaloompa (like an Oompaloompa, but different), complete with a picture. I also got to be in the chocolate factory episode of I Love Lucy. Well, not the actual episode. Just a picture.
We each consumed about 5 lbs of chocolate and downed a huge coffee before we left, so we were not the least bit hyped up when we left there. Not at all.
After that, we wondered around a bit in a caffeine stupor and then finally decided to split off until the gig that night.
We never saw C-Man in our travels. Turns out that he was the smart one in the group, because he rented a bike to cruise around on all day.
Chloe helped us set up and then she headed back to the ferry.
The gig that night was pretty layed back. We did have some dancers, though. There was a couple who danced to a few songs and there was the cutest little girl who was dancing the cat's eye dance and shimmying her shoulders with a very mischievous look on her face during a couple of the songs. It was like having a mini-Chloe there!
Mary's sister was there and I talked with her for a little bit at the bar. She was very nice.
The boys sang happy birthday to me for my 1 year anniversary. As it turns out, next to Anno I'm the longest lasting mojo-ette they've had.
Mud drove me to the ferry after the gig and I stuck my head out the window to howl at the moon again. Forgot about howling at it on Friday night with Gene. He was way too cute.
The ferry ride was most interesting. Hope you're up for it.
There was a girl and a guy, but from different parties who were both on the verge of hurling. I stayed far away from them. The other girl who was taking care of puke girl had to be her best friend, because when puke girl started doing the neck craning thing with the worried look, the other girl held her hand in front of her pre-puking mouth and kept telling her that she was alright, to just keep breathing. It became kind of like a mantra. When we boarded, the "stewardess" gave puke chick a plastic bag. Not sure what became of the guy.
I talked with some chick who works at the Park Hotel, at least I think that's what she said. I know it was one of the hotels. Anyway, she commutes to work. It's about a 20 minute ride from home to the ferry and then another 20 minute ferry ride to go to and from work. That's not so bad, since my ride is that long too. I would love to have half of it be broken up with great scenery and fun people watching. She stays at home with her daughter during the winter months.
Then, there was this older couple that I didn't notice while I was waiting, but couldn't stop watching during the ride back. They were sitting at one of the tables, facing toward me. Both of them were on the same side and he was sitting sideways with his arms around her while she was sitting up straight as a board, smashed against the wall looking straight ahead with her hands in her lap not touching him at all. They never talked the entire time. At first she looked like it was a first date gone bad and she couldn't wait to get the hell away from him and then after about 5 minutes, she scootched around to a slouching position, leaned up against him and brought her arm up to circle around his head and was caressing the back of his neck and she got this porno look on her face. Ewwwww. The thing that really grossed me out was that he looked so much like a guy who works with me. I swear it was like a bad car accident, I just couldn't look away. So I didn't. When they got up to leave, she reverted back to the "don't touch me you freak who I just wasted my entire day with and I'll never get it back" mode. Very interesting.
Oh yeah, then there was the boat bouncer who was standing at one set of doors that closed off the inside seating part from the outside standing part trying to look like a bad ass in him Capt. Stubing outfit. There were some rowdy guys on the outside deck, so young Capt. Stubing closed the doors and stood there with his hand holding the rails of the doors to keep them from coming inside. What the poor dumb thing didn't realize is that those party boys had no intentions of coming inside to cause a ruckus. They were quite content to be out there and that about 6 feet to his left, there was another set of doors all big old wide open with no bouncer. So, then I couldn't stop watching him to see how long it would take him to notice. Apparently, he already knew because after a couple minutes of bad ass door holding, he left his post and went to the other set of doors. I thought he was going to close those too, but nooooooooooo...he ended up walking through them and going to the upper deck leaving us to fend for ourselves. He probably realized what a dumbass he was and couldn't bear to face us any longer, so he went upstairs to hide from us.
When we're coming up to the end of our journey, one of the other Capt. Stubing wanna bees who looked like he was about 12, came up to the front where I was sitting (oh yeah, I rode backwards the whole way with out getting sick! I was going to turn around, but then I knew I'd miss everything.) and he picks up a life jacket and puts it on. I wasn't sure if that was a signal that we should all do the same, but then he went through the front hatch to the outside and started getting the ropes all ready. Whew, I was a little concerned.
That was pretty much it. Quite an adventure!
Okay, let's continue with the island gig. I'm only 1 week behind and for me that's not so bad.
7/28
Saturday at Put-In-Bay
After hiking from our deluxe accommodations and rounding the corner to the main drag to grab some breakfast at Pasquale's, which was reported to have the best breakfast on the island, we were shocked and amazed (I was anyway, don't know about everyone else) at the amount of people who were already cruising the strip, some of them cruising with a nice buzz. I was a wee bit envious about the morning buzz thing, but not envious enough to have a bloody mary to kick start my day. Having had a nap in place of a full night's sleep, I needed coffee and lots of it. However, there was no one selling coffee to the people waiting in line out the door and down the sidewalk.
At that point, I didn't really care if Pasquale's had the best breakfast or not and I was about to suggest that we keep moving when I realized that I could just cross the street to get my much needed jolt of caffeine at the coffee bar that pretended to be a real bar by offering a choice of margarita or bloody mary, both of which I declined. So, Chloe and I took every one's coffee order (everyone in our group, not everyone in the line) and while we were waiting for our 6 cups of LARGE coffee, the line at Pasquale's started moving. We bailed on the coffee bar chick.
After breakfast and lots of coffee, we said our goodbyes to Gene and Denny and then Rattler, Chloe and I went to the peace monument and then went to check out the winery and the crystal cave. We got chips (poker type chips, not potato type chips) for free glasses of wine. But, by then it was starting to get close to the time that Rattler had to catch the ferry back so we didn't get to use our chips. Of course I kept them to cash in later.
Chloe and I sent Rattler on his way and then hiked back to the Ritz to settle in for a long summer's nap. Napping is good.
After the second round of gigging and standing in the same spot with the same view (which was incredible, because we got to look out at the lake to see all the boats and sunsets), I noticed that the middle of the tree in the middle of the patio looked like an elongated heart. I thought it was kinda neat. Yeah, I said neat.
In between the view of the tree and the view of the boats and sunsets was the view of the sidewalk and the street. Not too much of interest on the sidewalk, just the standard view of people passing by. The street was a different story.
There was some rent-a-bride thing that kept passing by. We're not really sure if it was a chapel on wheels or a van load of desperate girls looking to have their version of a Vegas wedding.
There seemed to be a continous stream of police cars and firetrucks. No, it wasn't a parade. It might have been the same 1 police car and 1 firetruck making tons of trips. Don't know. But the point is that Saturday night was so different from Friday. Much more activity and great people watching!
After the gig, we went to the Beer Barrel to listen to a band that I missed out on hearing the night before for reasons that fall into the selective senility area of my brain. The lead singer wears all kinds of different outfits which he changes every couple of songs. The outfits are all women's clothes. I think it was just his "shtick". It certainly made us remember him!
The Beer Barrel has the longest bar EVER. It winds around kind of like a maze, but it's one continuous bar that's about a bazillion feet long. That's long. The place was packed, but we managed to get through the sea of people to find a place to sit.
Some guy wanted to get from one side of the room to the other, so he took the shortest distance between two points approach and walked across the tables to get there. It was way more fun to watch the reactions from the people who were sitting at the tables he was walking across than it was to watch him.
And let's not forget the couple at the table next to us who decided to do their version of dirty dancing. Because they were standing and we were sitting, we got to be right up close and personal. I'm thinkin' the sharp stick in the eye might have been better.
From there we made our way down to the Round House to listen to the 15 year old we met the night before at the dorm. When we got there the people were packed in like sardines, the line was out the door and WAY down the sidewalk so we chose to just stand on the other side of the street where we could see them and almost, but not quite hear them.
There were a few bachelorette parties going on that night too. One of the brides-to-be was sitting on the porch at the Round House wearing a cowboy hat complete with a veil and a penis No, not a real one. Well, the veil was real. We assumed that she was a bride-to-be and not someone with a really weird sense of fashion.
C-Man ended up splitting off from us and going back to crash, because he'd been fighting off a cold for a couple of days. He was a trooper, though.
Chloe, Mud, and I decided to continue people watching and we found a park bench where we could sit and enjoy the show. It didn't take long until the show came to us.
Some girl meanders over to us, carrying her CFM yellow pumps (yes, yellow). She told us that we looked harmless and asked if she could sit with us. Sure. She was on the island for her sister's bachelorette party and oh guess what, her sister was the one with the penis hat.
The park bench was right across from the pay phones and some guy was using the phone while he was listening to his MP3. This girl thought that he was using the pay phone while he was on his cell phone. That was most disturbing to her.
She was telling us that 2 years ago was the last time she was at Put-In-Bay and that time she ended up passing out in the park next to some animal sculpture. Her friends took pictures and posted them on My Space. Okay, you've totally stopped reading this and are searching My Space for chicks passed out in the park at Put-In-Bay in 2005 aren't you? Of course you are. I almost did the search my own self.
Oh, but guess what else we learned about her - she never drinks and is in bed by 9:00 every night. Come on, you haven't forgotten the rule already have you? Let's review: do not mess with other people's fantasies.
7/29
Sunday at Put-In-Bay
C-Man was already out and about, so the 3 Musketeers (okay, Three Stooges) headed out for breakfast. We took a long-cut and ended up getting to see a pirate ship. Not a real one though.
This time we went to a breakfast buffet which was way more exciting to think about than it was to actually see it in person. Remember the dirty dancing couple from the night before? Yeah, they were there. Thankfully, this time our tables were not right next to each other.
After a sufficient amount of grazing, we took the ferry over to Middle Bass where we rented a golf cart and did the self guided tour. We got a map and stopped at all the "hot spots".
Middle Bass was so quiet and peaceful. I could definitely see the attraction for living there.
The place that we rented the golf cart from was also an ice cream parlor AND a bar. Ya gotta love that. Of course we got ice cream when we dropped off the cart.
The bar was pretty interesting. It had playing cards that had people's names written on them randomly stuck to the ceiling. But, the whole cards thing didn't match any theme that they did or did not have going on in there so Mud asked the nice man behind the bar what the deal was with the cards. HA! I crack my self up. Get it - deal...cards. Okay whatever.
Anyway, the story is that some magician was in there and gave a deck of cards to someone to write their name on one of the cards and to put it back in the deck. Then the magician flipped the deck up and the card that had the person's name on it stuck to the ceiling. It was a pretty impressive story, because they did not have a drop ceiling in that joint. I think it would have been way fun to see in person.
We noticed that there was a priest on the ferry with us on the way back and we didn't know whether to be nervous or comforted. We figured that if the boat went down, at least we'd get last rights. It didn't sink. And we didn't get last rights.
After we got back to PIB, Chloe decided to do the nap thing again so Mud and I cruised around for a while.
We went to The Boathouse to see Alex Bevin. He's not such a skinny little boy (from Cleveland, OH) any more. Stayed there for a couple of songs and then it dawned on me that I still had the chips for the wine. Guess where we went next. That would be correct.
However, we decided to walk. It's a really long walk from the Boathouse to the winery. But hey, it was free wine. Remember the "I'd walk a mile for a Camel" slogan? I guess our slogan was "I'd walk a ways for free wine".
On the way back from the winery, we hit the chocolate factory/museum. The museum portion of it was a small room with tins from long ago and some reproductions that had any thing at all to do with chocolate and a big poster on the wall that gave us all the information we needed about the evolution of chocolate.
I became a Lolaloompa (like an Oompaloompa, but different), complete with a picture. I also got to be in the chocolate factory episode of I Love Lucy. Well, not the actual episode. Just a picture.
We each consumed about 5 lbs of chocolate and downed a huge coffee before we left, so we were not the least bit hyped up when we left there. Not at all.
After that, we wondered around a bit in a caffeine stupor and then finally decided to split off until the gig that night.
We never saw C-Man in our travels. Turns out that he was the smart one in the group, because he rented a bike to cruise around on all day.
Chloe helped us set up and then she headed back to the ferry.
The gig that night was pretty layed back. We did have some dancers, though. There was a couple who danced to a few songs and there was the cutest little girl who was dancing the cat's eye dance and shimmying her shoulders with a very mischievous look on her face during a couple of the songs. It was like having a mini-Chloe there!
Mary's sister was there and I talked with her for a little bit at the bar. She was very nice.
The boys sang happy birthday to me for my 1 year anniversary. As it turns out, next to Anno I'm the longest lasting mojo-ette they've had.
Mud drove me to the ferry after the gig and I stuck my head out the window to howl at the moon again. Forgot about howling at it on Friday night with Gene. He was way too cute.
The ferry ride was most interesting. Hope you're up for it.
There was a girl and a guy, but from different parties who were both on the verge of hurling. I stayed far away from them. The other girl who was taking care of puke girl had to be her best friend, because when puke girl started doing the neck craning thing with the worried look, the other girl held her hand in front of her pre-puking mouth and kept telling her that she was alright, to just keep breathing. It became kind of like a mantra. When we boarded, the "stewardess" gave puke chick a plastic bag. Not sure what became of the guy.
I talked with some chick who works at the Park Hotel, at least I think that's what she said. I know it was one of the hotels. Anyway, she commutes to work. It's about a 20 minute ride from home to the ferry and then another 20 minute ferry ride to go to and from work. That's not so bad, since my ride is that long too. I would love to have half of it be broken up with great scenery and fun people watching. She stays at home with her daughter during the winter months.
Then, there was this older couple that I didn't notice while I was waiting, but couldn't stop watching during the ride back. They were sitting at one of the tables, facing toward me. Both of them were on the same side and he was sitting sideways with his arms around her while she was sitting up straight as a board, smashed against the wall looking straight ahead with her hands in her lap not touching him at all. They never talked the entire time. At first she looked like it was a first date gone bad and she couldn't wait to get the hell away from him and then after about 5 minutes, she scootched around to a slouching position, leaned up against him and brought her arm up to circle around his head and was caressing the back of his neck and she got this porno look on her face. Ewwwww. The thing that really grossed me out was that he looked so much like a guy who works with me. I swear it was like a bad car accident, I just couldn't look away. So I didn't. When they got up to leave, she reverted back to the "don't touch me you freak who I just wasted my entire day with and I'll never get it back" mode. Very interesting.
Oh yeah, then there was the boat bouncer who was standing at one set of doors that closed off the inside seating part from the outside standing part trying to look like a bad ass in him Capt. Stubing outfit. There were some rowdy guys on the outside deck, so young Capt. Stubing closed the doors and stood there with his hand holding the rails of the doors to keep them from coming inside. What the poor dumb thing didn't realize is that those party boys had no intentions of coming inside to cause a ruckus. They were quite content to be out there and that about 6 feet to his left, there was another set of doors all big old wide open with no bouncer. So, then I couldn't stop watching him to see how long it would take him to notice. Apparently, he already knew because after a couple minutes of bad ass door holding, he left his post and went to the other set of doors. I thought he was going to close those too, but nooooooooooo...he ended up walking through them and going to the upper deck leaving us to fend for ourselves. He probably realized what a dumbass he was and couldn't bear to face us any longer, so he went upstairs to hide from us.
When we're coming up to the end of our journey, one of the other Capt. Stubing wanna bees who looked like he was about 12, came up to the front where I was sitting (oh yeah, I rode backwards the whole way with out getting sick! I was going to turn around, but then I knew I'd miss everything.) and he picks up a life jacket and puts it on. I wasn't sure if that was a signal that we should all do the same, but then he went through the front hatch to the outside and started getting the ropes all ready. Whew, I was a little concerned.
That was pretty much it. Quite an adventure!
Friday, August 3, 2007
7/27 - 7/29
Put-In-Bay!
I played the islands. I'm somebody now. We played at The Crew's Nest on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I'll try to remember as much as possible. Gonna be tough. It was a whirlwind weekend. Okay, here goes nothin'.
7/27 -
I made a new friend on the ferry ride over. Well, we actually met at the tiki bar while waiting for the ferry. Great idea putting that bar there. But of course the ferry shows up after I take 2 sips of my drink, so I chugged. Hey, I'm not proud (or tired). Anyway, my new friend Margaret and 25 of her closest friends were going camping for the weekend. Since it was just Margaret on the ferry by herself I wondered if she might be the only one who could see those 25 friends.
Not really. Geeze, I'm not that mean. But now that I think about it, she didn't have any camping gear with her...
We docked at the complete opposite end of the island from where the gig was, which I discovered after I called the boys to let them know I had landed. I guess my whining technique hasn't lessened over the years, because Mud came to get me so that I wouldn't have to walk.
They were very generous with the food and the drink there. I know if we had stayed any longer
that C-Man and I would have caused them to have to restock the pantry. We ate a lot.
Not nearly as much as that one bird did, though.
As I was making my way through the hordeurve table with my plate loaded down with snick-snacks, I hear this man say from behind me that it sure looked like there were a lot of calories on that plate. I was torn between thinking that had to be the worst pick up line ever and knowing that I'm still carryin' around last year's winter chubs, but I don't need that fact to be pointed out to me by some rich bastard. So, I decided to play nice and turned around with a smile on my face, thinking how I can't wait to get to the bottom of my mound-o-food and who do I see, but Larry and Sue! Previous thoughts evaporated (except of course the thought of chowing down!). We kibitzed for a while and then they came outside to hear us. They're just so cute.
We made another new friend, Doug who's mother-in-law was a back up singer for Elvis. Hey, gotta play by the rules - don't mess with other people's fantasies. His dog's name is Chloe, which he made a point to tell our Chloe. She took it well.
While we were playing, this brother and sister duo was running around chasing each other. They were kids. Guess I should have clarified that earlier. Anyway, the girl ended up in the gazebo and stopped to watch us. She frantically waved over her brother and pointed at us. They stood there inside the gazebo, side by side with their elbows on the railing and their chins in their hands while they watched us. It was the most angelic looking thing, which didn't even last as long as it took me to tell the story. Then they were off running around chasing each other again. Ah, youth. We do that and it's ADD.
We met some nice people who were on the ferry with Terry. They were bikers (not that there's anything wrong with that). It's probably a good thing it was dark when they arrived, because I'm pretty sure that their reception would have been way different had the rich folk been able to actually see them. They invited us to go out and play after the gig, but we didn't find them.
I guess you have to actually look for some one in order to find them. Perhaps that explains it.
Oh and let's not forget our accommodations. The Ritz it wasn't. Cracker or hotel. Bunk beds in a dorm. But not just any dorm. This dorm was at the end of the end of the end of a very long oil coated dirt road that had more twists and turns than a murder mystery. And we got in trouble within the first minute and a half of being inside. Our den mother was Large Marge. She shooshed us for being so loud. The boys got the dungeon suite. Very scary. Speaking of very scary, the shower not only had the nastiest mold encrusted shower curtain ever, but it also came complete with it's very own used washcloth wadded up in the corner. As far as I know that washcloth is still in there. I wonder how many tenants before me got to live with that washcloth. Eeeeeeeeew. But, hey it was air conditioned. It was heaven on earth. Really. I had the top bunk and I didn't figure out that the ends of the bunk were built in ladders until the last day. After I was done using the bed. It was most entertaining getting my own self in and out of that top bunk with no ladder. I found a plastic chair after the first night. Oh, and making the bed was an adventure all it's own. No, I didn't make my bed every day. I'm not a freak. The beds came all naked with the sheets and blankets folded up on them. Some assembly required.
We met a boy named Jeff (not Sue) who is in a band that was playing at the Round House.
He looked like he was about 15. I asked him the band's name and he said, "Go Go Gadget". I kept saying that the name was familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it before. Finally he asked me if I'd ever watched Inspector Gadget. Bingo! No, that's a whole different game. Then I kept humming that stupid Inspector Gadget song.
That's about all I can (or choose to) remember from Friday. More about the rest of the weekend and tonight's gig later. Hey, I've been busy. Stop yelling at me. It's now officially tomorrow and I need to go sleep fast. B'bye.
Put-In-Bay!
I played the islands. I'm somebody now. We played at The Crew's Nest on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I'll try to remember as much as possible. Gonna be tough. It was a whirlwind weekend. Okay, here goes nothin'.
7/27 -
I made a new friend on the ferry ride over. Well, we actually met at the tiki bar while waiting for the ferry. Great idea putting that bar there. But of course the ferry shows up after I take 2 sips of my drink, so I chugged. Hey, I'm not proud (or tired). Anyway, my new friend Margaret and 25 of her closest friends were going camping for the weekend. Since it was just Margaret on the ferry by herself I wondered if she might be the only one who could see those 25 friends.
Not really. Geeze, I'm not that mean. But now that I think about it, she didn't have any camping gear with her...
We docked at the complete opposite end of the island from where the gig was, which I discovered after I called the boys to let them know I had landed. I guess my whining technique hasn't lessened over the years, because Mud came to get me so that I wouldn't have to walk.
They were very generous with the food and the drink there. I know if we had stayed any longer
that C-Man and I would have caused them to have to restock the pantry. We ate a lot.
Not nearly as much as that one bird did, though.
As I was making my way through the hordeurve table with my plate loaded down with snick-snacks, I hear this man say from behind me that it sure looked like there were a lot of calories on that plate. I was torn between thinking that had to be the worst pick up line ever and knowing that I'm still carryin' around last year's winter chubs, but I don't need that fact to be pointed out to me by some rich bastard. So, I decided to play nice and turned around with a smile on my face, thinking how I can't wait to get to the bottom of my mound-o-food and who do I see, but Larry and Sue! Previous thoughts evaporated (except of course the thought of chowing down!). We kibitzed for a while and then they came outside to hear us. They're just so cute.
We made another new friend, Doug who's mother-in-law was a back up singer for Elvis. Hey, gotta play by the rules - don't mess with other people's fantasies. His dog's name is Chloe, which he made a point to tell our Chloe. She took it well.
While we were playing, this brother and sister duo was running around chasing each other. They were kids. Guess I should have clarified that earlier. Anyway, the girl ended up in the gazebo and stopped to watch us. She frantically waved over her brother and pointed at us. They stood there inside the gazebo, side by side with their elbows on the railing and their chins in their hands while they watched us. It was the most angelic looking thing, which didn't even last as long as it took me to tell the story. Then they were off running around chasing each other again. Ah, youth. We do that and it's ADD.
We met some nice people who were on the ferry with Terry. They were bikers (not that there's anything wrong with that). It's probably a good thing it was dark when they arrived, because I'm pretty sure that their reception would have been way different had the rich folk been able to actually see them. They invited us to go out and play after the gig, but we didn't find them.
I guess you have to actually look for some one in order to find them. Perhaps that explains it.
Oh and let's not forget our accommodations. The Ritz it wasn't. Cracker or hotel. Bunk beds in a dorm. But not just any dorm. This dorm was at the end of the end of the end of a very long oil coated dirt road that had more twists and turns than a murder mystery. And we got in trouble within the first minute and a half of being inside. Our den mother was Large Marge. She shooshed us for being so loud. The boys got the dungeon suite. Very scary. Speaking of very scary, the shower not only had the nastiest mold encrusted shower curtain ever, but it also came complete with it's very own used washcloth wadded up in the corner. As far as I know that washcloth is still in there. I wonder how many tenants before me got to live with that washcloth. Eeeeeeeeew. But, hey it was air conditioned. It was heaven on earth. Really. I had the top bunk and I didn't figure out that the ends of the bunk were built in ladders until the last day. After I was done using the bed. It was most entertaining getting my own self in and out of that top bunk with no ladder. I found a plastic chair after the first night. Oh, and making the bed was an adventure all it's own. No, I didn't make my bed every day. I'm not a freak. The beds came all naked with the sheets and blankets folded up on them. Some assembly required.
We met a boy named Jeff (not Sue) who is in a band that was playing at the Round House.
He looked like he was about 15. I asked him the band's name and he said, "Go Go Gadget". I kept saying that the name was familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it before. Finally he asked me if I'd ever watched Inspector Gadget. Bingo! No, that's a whole different game. Then I kept humming that stupid Inspector Gadget song.
That's about all I can (or choose to) remember from Friday. More about the rest of the weekend and tonight's gig later. Hey, I've been busy. Stop yelling at me. It's now officially tomorrow and I need to go sleep fast. B'bye.
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