We arrive at Vic's in Columbus to a bartender who basically says, "Who the F are you?"
A Bar owner who pretty much says the same thing
And a booking agent unable to be reached.
We actually heard the phone conversation firsthand: "Some girl is here saying that she is supposed to play...."
Needless to say we were freaking out a bit and trying not to get belligerent - we are tired to the bone and need some tenderness, you know?
After a rough start the night really did improve by leaps and bounds and ended on a sweet note, hearing the boys downstairs talking and laughing with our hosts (friends of Phil) as I drifted off to sleep.
A high point? My friend Micah from college came from Kentucky with his lovely and pregnant wife and an amazing guitar player to pick a few tunes during our solo sets.
I love this boy.
I awoke this morning to a few challenges: I am sick with a cold and our lovely hosts' dog Frankie had eaten my contact case: there was a knife involved in getting it open: needless to say I was a wee worried, but my little blue globes of sight were safe.
Besides, can you be mad at a face like this?
I certainly hope not!!!