1/19 - Edison's Pub

When I walked in on time (yeah, Anno was just as shocked as you), there was 1 person at the bar. Not a good sign. And it was butt ass cold. Aren't I a master at pointing out the obvious?
But, I'm not talking about just outside. It was super duper cold in the bar too.

The very cool thing they had going for them were these candle holders made from Jager bottles. Mudcat's theory is that Jim and Eroc spent a lot of time there. Gotta know Jim and Eroc.
The bottles were cut so that they were just a rectangle, with about 3 inches of sand in the bottom and a votive candle holder (complete with candle) on top of the sand. A really great look. They also doubled as hand warmers during the breaks.

It was even more balmy every time someone opened the door. Since we were in direct line of the arctic blast every time the door opened, it was determined that there would more than likely be a wet T-shirt contest, which was followed by the frozen T-shirt contest comment, which was directly followed by "pornography for the blind". Now that's funny. I don't care what you say.

Josh was the 1 person who was at the bar when I got there and bless his heart, he was there for the duration. I'm well aware that his tenure had more to do with the beer than with us, but I don't' care. He was a nice boy who clapped for us EVERY time.

Barbara, the beer goddess took care of us with her special Lake Erie Highball (less the toothpick).

Oh, and we had a real life close talker. Thankfully, Bobby could also sing.

Things picked up a titch, but at one point in between songs a girl at the bar pointed out that there were more people in the band than were at the bar. See, I'm not the only one who's mastered the obvious.

At 1:00-ish, give or take an ish the place got packed. Must have been the food service industry drinking shift. By closing time, no one would leave. Last call was announced, drinks were taken away, lights were turned up high (which thankfully gave off a teensie bit of heat) and still no one left. They were either too drunk to notice or they didn't want to go back out into the colder cold than what was in the bar.

I swear it was like a scene from Northern Exposure with everyone sitting around in their parkas, hat, scarf, and gloves while hanging out socializing.

Oh, but let's not forget Psycho Boy. We were in the midst of packing up the equipment when this guy who looked like he couldn't even drive, much less be in a bar drinking, steps in front of me and asks me when the seance was going to start. I responded with, "seance?", to which he replied, "yeah, you know seance - calling the spirits". Once again, let me point out that I am not alone in the mastery of the obvious. So, of course I had to tell him that I was well aware of what the word meant. Then like a stoogebah, I asked him if he was in charge (of the seance, remember the seance?) and he told me that no one knows who's in charge and the people who are in charge don't know what's going on and that's the problem with our country. I told him that was good to know and then immersed myself in my work. Winding cords back up to the packing stage can be a very demanding job, which takes complete concentration.

After the van was packed and ready to roll Anno, Mud, and I howled at the moon (in 3 part harmony, no less). Hey, I know it wasn't official full-like, but it was close enough for government work.

Other than that, I got nothin'.