7/26 – The Crow’s Nest
Merry Christmas!
No, we didn’t sing any Christmas carols, although we did get a request for some.
What a grand time we had! Everyone at the bar was so much fun, especially Mario and Michelle. They were there for the duration.
Mario came up and sang with us and Michelle alternated between being mortified and swooning like he was a big rock star. Very interesting to watch.
Another boy came up to sing too, but I don’t know his name.
What I do know is that a good time was had by all!
And we had our own private Idaho nature channel goin’ on during the drive ~ got to see another heron on the way out there. Then on the way back, Bambi was at the side of the road looking ready to spring into Frogger action at any moment. Thankfully, that didn’t happen. At least not to us…
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
7/19 – Brew Keeper
They have an actual “stage” now. Much better than rearranging the tables and jamming into a corner.
Much to my surprise, Dede was there with some friends. What a nice treat it was to see her and to meet her friends. They stayed for most of the gig, but ended up going outside on the patio so the boys could smoke cigars.
Beverly and Julie were there for a wee bit, too.
And our Bobby McGee guy was there long after he said he had to leave, but that’s okay - he’s a great supporter. Wonder if he’s athletic…get it?
Other than that, it was a pretty quiet night...really quiet for some.
They have an actual “stage” now. Much better than rearranging the tables and jamming into a corner.
Much to my surprise, Dede was there with some friends. What a nice treat it was to see her and to meet her friends. They stayed for most of the gig, but ended up going outside on the patio so the boys could smoke cigars.
Beverly and Julie were there for a wee bit, too.
And our Bobby McGee guy was there long after he said he had to leave, but that’s okay - he’s a great supporter. Wonder if he’s athletic…get it?
Other than that, it was a pretty quiet night...really quiet for some.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
7/5 - Brutus' Sports Bar
This was the place that I did my very first gig 2 whole years ago. Re-mark-able...
It was also the gig that I discovered what a manipulative little bitch looks like when he grows up. And it's not pretty.
According to that manipulative little bitch, we played under a cloak of darkness and we were not allowed to have any fun. Oh yeah, and bass was "verboten".
I'm tellin' ya, singing the words "I'll probably feel a whole lot better when you're gone" took on an entirely new meaning.
The great thing about this gig was that it was part of Independence Day weekend and that was to be taken literally. Yeah, Mudcat!
This was the place that I did my very first gig 2 whole years ago. Re-mark-able...
It was also the gig that I discovered what a manipulative little bitch looks like when he grows up. And it's not pretty.
According to that manipulative little bitch, we played under a cloak of darkness and we were not allowed to have any fun. Oh yeah, and bass was "verboten".
I'm tellin' ya, singing the words "I'll probably feel a whole lot better when you're gone" took on an entirely new meaning.
The great thing about this gig was that it was part of Independence Day weekend and that was to be taken literally. Yeah, Mudcat!
7/5 - Tyler's 16th birthday party
CONGRATULATIONS, MUDCAT ON YOUR 400th GIG!!!!
This party was WAY out in the country. It was as far east of BFE as you can get.
Today's sign was "no spaghetti". Kinda like "no soup for you", but different.
They had a dog who looked like Petie from the Little Rascals. Oddly enough, the dog's name was Petie. Go figure. There were about 850 other dogs there too. They all were very nice to the humans and they played nicely together as well. Although, one of the dogs was "playing" a little too nicely and I'm pretty sure he was gay (not that there's anything wrong with that).
We set up shop next to the port-o-potties (yeah) and the company's name on the sign on the door was BJ's... makes ya wonder, doesn't it? Well, it made me wonder.
When we sang our version of "happy birthday" to Tyler, he was one step ahead of us doing his cartwheels. It was when he did the forward somersault that the trouble started...and then he was thrown into the pool by his friends, but as hot I it was I don't think that was a bad thing. The dogs were even jumping in there to do a few laps to cool off every couple minutes.
If we could combine the main and side dish items from this party with the desserts from the 4th party, that would be a way good buffet. These people knew how to make mac salad. I'm all about the food.
CONGRATULATIONS, MUDCAT ON YOUR 400th GIG!!!!
This party was WAY out in the country. It was as far east of BFE as you can get.
Today's sign was "no spaghetti". Kinda like "no soup for you", but different.
They had a dog who looked like Petie from the Little Rascals. Oddly enough, the dog's name was Petie. Go figure. There were about 850 other dogs there too. They all were very nice to the humans and they played nicely together as well. Although, one of the dogs was "playing" a little too nicely and I'm pretty sure he was gay (not that there's anything wrong with that).
We set up shop next to the port-o-potties (yeah) and the company's name on the sign on the door was BJ's... makes ya wonder, doesn't it? Well, it made me wonder.
When we sang our version of "happy birthday" to Tyler, he was one step ahead of us doing his cartwheels. It was when he did the forward somersault that the trouble started...and then he was thrown into the pool by his friends, but as hot I it was I don't think that was a bad thing. The dogs were even jumping in there to do a few laps to cool off every couple minutes.
If we could combine the main and side dish items from this party with the desserts from the 4th party, that would be a way good buffet. These people knew how to make mac salad. I'm all about the food.
7/4 ~ Meadows Neighborhood Fireworks
On the way to this gig we saw a most interesting and questionably worded sign ~ Eggs and Kittens. We also saw a crane (the water type not the lifting type) and the ever listing Nessie.
This was a private idaho party for the 4th and everyone was so very nice. Tons of kids, very family oriented. Well, family oriented with adult beverages.
Our biggest support group was the kids. They set up camp about 3 feet away from us. Madison had her pink Hannah Montana guitar, complete with a mat and a microphone ("hey, good lookin' ~ we'll be back to pick you up later").
The food was a catered pig roast and tons of side dish items (although Joani's mac salad wins hands down) and gobs of great dessert items.
One little boy quickly became my favorite munchkin, because his plate had 1 of each kind of dessert item. That was it. And he was all by his own self right in front of us jammin' away while he put on his sugar buzz. His dad brought over a hot dog for him and he took an obligatory bite of it only because his dad held it for him and practically forced it on him. I so wanted to tell his dad that if he put frosting on it the kid might eat it. Maybe that's why I don't have kids...
When we were packing up, Madison's friend came up to me and asked me if I was excited about the fireworks. I told her that yes, yes I was (because I really was). Although, I'm pretty sure it was for different reasons. Her thing was that she got to stay up WAY past her bedtime, which is 8:00. My bedtime is 8:00 only if I'm butt ass tired from too much play time.
On the way to this gig we saw a most interesting and questionably worded sign ~ Eggs and Kittens. We also saw a crane (the water type not the lifting type) and the ever listing Nessie.
This was a private idaho party for the 4th and everyone was so very nice. Tons of kids, very family oriented. Well, family oriented with adult beverages.
Our biggest support group was the kids. They set up camp about 3 feet away from us. Madison had her pink Hannah Montana guitar, complete with a mat and a microphone ("hey, good lookin' ~ we'll be back to pick you up later").
The food was a catered pig roast and tons of side dish items (although Joani's mac salad wins hands down) and gobs of great dessert items.
One little boy quickly became my favorite munchkin, because his plate had 1 of each kind of dessert item. That was it. And he was all by his own self right in front of us jammin' away while he put on his sugar buzz. His dad brought over a hot dog for him and he took an obligatory bite of it only because his dad held it for him and practically forced it on him. I so wanted to tell his dad that if he put frosting on it the kid might eat it. Maybe that's why I don't have kids...
When we were packing up, Madison's friend came up to me and asked me if I was excited about the fireworks. I told her that yes, yes I was (because I really was). Although, I'm pretty sure it was for different reasons. Her thing was that she got to stay up WAY past her bedtime, which is 8:00. My bedtime is 8:00 only if I'm butt ass tired from too much play time.
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