That's No Way To Live Your Life, Son...

I really have no quick, succinct and concise description for the past few days, but if I had to narrow it down to 2 or 3 words it would be "Non-stop party". In a few spots it was nearly painful, but like the little troopers we are, we trudged on, dutifully having more fun than a Polka Band at a Swedish retirement home.

Actually to get the full weekend jabbed in here it's probably gonna take at the very least 2 posts, and a whole buttload of pictures. So let's just start off with Friday night and the band playing at a private party... which turned into a whole nuther deal with another band and singing, dancing, drinking until about 1 am. That's when I cried "uncle".

There were so many little "cowguy scenarios" that it soon became impossible to remember them all... it had nothing to do with whatever it was that I drank. Nothing at all. I'm sure it was just water and fruit juice. So without further ado...









THEN we rolled into day 2 and a gig at a local winery...



There were the back row partiers...






The perfectly dressed partiers...






The "riding by on horseback cowboy partiers". That bottle of water in Gus's hand looks foreign.







Timmy!






Our little red headed buddy... BENTLEY!







And of course the band. It's a damned shame that we get paid to do this and don't have any fun.









And Sal got this nice shot between sets...







There's still a day or two of festivities to report about... be patient. lol




Ow.






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