Big Hand Dave knows how to throw a party. We had a really good time yesterday. Rodney said it best when he said he wished it could have lasted all night.
We were all sad that Wes couldn’t make it, but he’s a hard working man and sometimes you just gotta’ do what you gotta’ do. But as an added bonus, nothing burned down and nobody got mutilated by the leaky gas hose from the propane cooker tank. Philip mixed some fabulous drinks, the girls got to know each other, and the boys made some music. It should be noted that the girls dutifully, if not obligatorily, “wooted” and cheered appropriately at the end of most of the songs. Ahem. Most. I’m sure they’ll work on that.
We started out with Sex And Candy, then played Green Onions, Chevy Van, 867-5309/Jenny (the favorite of the day), and House of the Rising Sun. Next we played Wild Thing where we had a little trouble ending it and I managed to blow right through the solo. We ended our first set with Secret Agent Man and went to cook stuff.
Dave brought out trays of shrimp and chips and vegetables and dip and all kinds of good stuff for appetizers. After abandoning the leaky hosed propane cooker, he threw about 6000 pounds of crab legs on the grill. And these were not your average, garden variety, run of the mill crab legs. Oh no. These were giant, gonja, mutant, Russian crab legs that looked like they came off monsters. If I saw one of those things alive, legs intact, coming toward me, I would run screaming. But they were delicious on the grill.
As we were sitting there, full from our feast, Dave kept saying, “C’mon, let’s play some more!” So we played some more.
We played Tainted Love (one time at breakneck speed and another at close to normal), Stacy’s Mom, What I Like About You, All Right Now, All Along The Watchtower, and, to Dave’s chagrin and dismay, Black Betty. We played Soul Man and completely missed the bridge. We surprised ourselves and played Keep Your Hands To Yourself for the first time ever and did a pretty good job on it. That’s a fun song to play. We played Smokin’ In The Boys Room for the first time ever, Gimme Some Lovin’, and New Age Girl. We also did a version of Louie Louie where I was on drums and Philip sang. I’m not sure where Dave was at this time.
Afterwards, Dave took Christine and me and Rodney and Beth out on the lake in his boat for some nice scenery. We drifted along and talked and laughed and Dave and I had a nice cigar. Ah good times.
There was too much going on for me to pay attention enough to write down quotes of the evening, though there was one particularly memorable one:
“You’ve got cigars sticking out of your tits, how am I supposed to take you seriously?” ~Dave to Christine
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