Dirty diapers and Van Halen
The Austin contingent of the BDS South, with families in tow, made the perilous journey north this past weekend to witness something few ever imagined. Sam, Ed, Mike and Al put egos, grudges and bad blood aside to step into the limelight one final time last Saturday night. And there was no way in hell we were gonna miss it.
Casey, a cook aboard the USS Boise according to Brian, took charge of the grill Saturday afternoon. While displaying his magic with the oven mitt, the rest of the gang drank poolside. After dinner, the Boys put on their game faces expecting to be transported back in time to 1991; the last time we saw this band live. The fact that most of the guys had to change dirty diapers and calm crying babies 10 minutes before we left for the show jerked us back into reality.
Our seats? Bad. Very, very bad. The only way I could score six tickets together? Buy six tickets together no one else wanted. I warned the guys AND LARISSA our seats wouldn't be that great, but that didn't prepare them for the climbing harnesses they had to wear while climbing into their seats. Yeah, they sucked and yeah, Craig reminded me more than once they did.
Ed? Sounded like the guitar god he is, although I kept waiting for his fake hip to break and his leg to fall off. Mike? Played well and sounded drunk. Al? Heard his drum solo while waiting in line for beer. And Sam? Danced around like a 25-year old. Sounded more like the 50+year old he really is.
Overall, the show wasn't bad. Not good, but not too bad. Especially when the band came over to the house after the gig for an after-hours show.
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Casey, a cook aboard the USS Boise according to Brian, took charge of the grill Saturday afternoon. While displaying his magic with the oven mitt, the rest of the gang drank poolside. After dinner, the Boys put on their game faces expecting to be transported back in time to 1991; the last time we saw this band live. The fact that most of the guys had to change dirty diapers and calm crying babies 10 minutes before we left for the show jerked us back into reality.
Our seats? Bad. Very, very bad. The only way I could score six tickets together? Buy six tickets together no one else wanted. I warned the guys AND LARISSA our seats wouldn't be that great, but that didn't prepare them for the climbing harnesses they had to wear while climbing into their seats. Yeah, they sucked and yeah, Craig reminded me more than once they did.
Ed? Sounded like the guitar god he is, although I kept waiting for his fake hip to break and his leg to fall off. Mike? Played well and sounded drunk. Al? Heard his drum solo while waiting in line for beer. And Sam? Danced around like a 25-year old. Sounded more like the 50+year old he really is.
Overall, the show wasn't bad. Not good, but not too bad. Especially when the band came over to the house after the gig for an after-hours show.
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posted by TheBDS at 10:23 PM
2 Comments:
Todd,
You had terrible seats at your own back yard party!
cw
Excuse me, I was there too, remember???
I was the hot one sitting between Adrian and Craig.
Or, was that Eddie and Sammy? Dunno, they were hot whoever they were and they fed me lots of beer....
Lochner's wife
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