Gigs and dancing AT my lady.

Amanda had a gig last night. She AND the band rocked it. Had a lotta fun dancing "at" her (not with her), since she was in the middle of a performance. They balled over a set of mostly Beatles with some C,S,N, some Doors, some Clapton, and a few other artists from the time period thrown into the mix. It was a good time. Had the 'rents come out, and the sis, and one of my cousins, so that was cool. Also managed to get some folks from work out there.

Of course, I'm not the most sociable person when it comes to her gigs. I kinda play the groupie/roadie role. Run errands. Elbow drop dudes who try to holler. Dance up front. Make faces at my girl. It's a pretty good little setup.

Time went by super-fast last night while they played. They rocked it from 9-1, which seemed like a long time, but it was over pretty much right after they started. Through the sets, they played a nice lil rendition of "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Amanda knocked out the "Across the Universe" version of "I Want to Hold Your Hand". Her dad balled on the drums, and the two guitarists shredded some amazing solos. Can't forget Dan, the bass player, who covered Petty like it was his job.

I also got some sweet dancing in over the course of the night, and kept getting dragged to the floor by a woman who said I looked like John Lennon and wanted me to dance in front of Amanda while she sang. Who could turn dancing in front of her down, anyway, right? If I can't dance WITH Amanda, I'll dance AT her. Figure that's ALMOST as good. Almost.

Went to Herbie's for some late-night breakfast after the show and didn't make the trip home until about 4:45. Nothin' like a little grease to help ya sleep.

I drove home in silence last night, and didn't realize it until I was about halfway back. It was nice. I guess I had enough music running through my head, or thoughts running through my mind. (Thoughts playing music in my head?...something like that).

Anyway, after I realized it was quiet, I just LISTENED. Listened to the engine and the tires on the road and the wind. The roll of it all reminded me of being small and riding home from places late at night and trying to sleep in the car, but really only fading in and out. It was always the kind of tired where you dreaded brushing your teeth because you knew that anything other than going straight to bed would only hurt and wake you up. Know what I'm talkin' about? I definitely melted into my bed when I got home in the end there. Slept til noon today and needed every minute of it.

Could totally go back to sleep now, but it's 3:30, and it's my Dad's b'day (HAPPY B'DAY DAD!), and I've got work at 5, so for now it's time to tread on and truck it out until tonight.

And until later...PEACE.
Drew.