The joint was hoppin' with a private party (but people kept oozing out to listen to us, so that was nice) and with regular diners. And the bar had its fair share of people (probably for the giant lava/glitter lamps).
Wearing stripes appeared to be a requirement to get into the party. Or perhaps it was a Where's Waldo convention...it could have been.
The absolute best part of the entire gig was Sadie. She was so freakin' cute I can barely stand it! Probably 2-ish years old and her percussion instrument of choice was the cabasa. She definitely liked that better than the maraca.
During the chorus of the Pure Prairie League song "Amy", we changed Amy to Sadie and looked at her while we sang it. The look on her face was complete shock and utter disbelief that we knew her name (we asked her dad, we're not psychotic....I mean psychic), but that look quickly changed to a look of horror, because we knew her name. Sadie ran back to the safety of her dad's arms and when she saw that he was smiling, she realized that it must be alright and started to relax again. Wonder how many times that incident will come up in future therapy sessions.
And her side kick looked like he was straight out of a Baby Gap add. What a little cutie pie he was (didn't get his name) and he was most interested in the cabasa as well, but only after Sadie had it in her little mitts.
We saw some familiar faces and I'd like to believe that they came back to see us.
Much thanks to Betty and Bernie for coming out to show their support!
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