Time Warp

A few weeks back, my step mother-in-law asked me if I'd be interested in going to a concert with her at a local casino - and I agreed. I haven't had a chance to really get to know her, and thought it would be a fun time.

And it was. We had great conversation and hit the slots. Which reminds me why I don't go to Vegas. I would have our house up as collateral within three hours.

So anyway, you might be asking who we saw.

And when I tell you, you might have no idea who I'm talking about.

Blues Traveler.


Yeah, Blues Traveler - they're still together.

And can I tell you, this concert was like a major time warp back to the mid-nineties. I have never seen so many high-fivin'-white guys* in my life. The people watching was, well, exquisite.

The band? Well, I think I needed to drink more. Because it was kind of like watching a house band that's to drunk to keep on track - you know, major jam session. You know that the guitar solo is long when the lead singer turns his back on stage to take a smoke break.

One thing that freaked me out is the lead singer, John Popper. He had gastric bypass a while back and is now unrecognisable, except for that hat (I really don't get the hat).

So anyway, even though the concert was, well, BIZARRE, it was cool to get to know my step m-i-l a little better. And to learn we both like making fun of crazy drunk people. But then, who doesn't...

* High Fivin' White Guys was a sketch from a Seattle comedy show from the 80's & 90's. It kills me. Check it out...