It was the middle of my “I’m-so-busy, I-don’t-know-what-day-it-is” Summer and I had put in another 12 hour work day. I had a corporate event at a golf course. Since I don’t golf, I was a bartender for the 40 plus golf foursomes the administrative “help”. It was a great day of sunshine, being silly and riding on the back of a golf cart. I had to pace myself though. I really had to pace myself because I planned on tying one on at a Ratdog show later.
I enjoyed a steak dinner and listened to corporate butt-kissing by the event sponsors. I sat through the high score winner presentations and the closest to the tee winners while seriously anticipating the hippie-music show with @unclecrappy and @mrscrappy. I left as soon as I possibly could without looking like a total jerk.
The show was fabulous, I danced pretty much all nite. I sweat like crazy and allowed myself to count that night’s dancing two regular workouts. Plus I was able to wash all the corporate, work related stress and energy right out of my system. I love a good “dead-dance-a-thon” to clean out the pipes.
The show was over after a rousing 2 encores and we stumbled back to the toaster-vehicle. We chilled with some cold water and Gatorade while wasted hippies crashed in their VW microbuses the crowd thinned. After a quick and invigorating drive home, we flopped on the front porch for one last beer.
On the porch, we met up with DrunkDude and boys. They had seen a show too: The Police. DD and the boys gave The Police a tepid review. After comparing notes, we decided that the hippie fest won & was definitely the way to go that night. Hippie Music rules.