Beginning today and covering over 800 miles, I will begin a musical odyssey that will carry me from sunny south florida to the shores of the Mississippi in New Orleans. Tonight in West Palm Beach, the opening night of Sunfest with a concert by Weezer is where this is starting. Traveling to New Orleans tomorrow for Jazzfest (aka/Brian’s Bachelor Party) with some awesome shows lined up in and around the French Quarter. Planning for a return down to Boynton on Sunday night. These five days are probably going to be a bit rough, but I shall return from them a stronger man, with many an insane story to share.
Keep an eye out for my twitter updates for some up to the minute details of some of the music/insanity.
Slow Clap: 1. A gradual building of applause, usually starting with one person clapping slowly, and ending with an enthusiastic standing ovation. Generally shows approval for an underdog in a come from behind victory or after losing with pride intact. 2. Evenly spaced applause from a single individual, typically used to call attention to the clapper’s presence rather than as a genuine accolade. A classic maneuver for any Samuel Jackson character. 3. An insult. Used to offend or make fun of.
My memory from the evening is a bit hazy, but the following is what I remember. (I had been drinking, for it was my birthday.)
It was the celebration of my birthday that brought us together for dinner at Carolina’s. The weather was perfect and we were seated outback of the restaurant on the patio. While dining on pizza and drinking our beverages we heard some noise coming from the other side of a fence. Somebody was trying to gain access to the patio through a locked gate behind our table. With all of our attention was refocused, we were witness to some skinny dude climb over the fence and onto the patio. He seemed a bit confused as to his location (and a little dunk or high), gathered himself together and headed into the back door of the restaurant. As for an entrance, it was a bit confusing as to why he needed to climb over the fence, whatever… we began to laugh about it and went back to our meals.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw it coming towards me. It seemed to be floating in the air and moving at a high rate of speed. White as snow, with fabric flowing behind, this was not something that I would normally see while walking outside of the office. The first thing that I thought was that “this is a ghost”. It had to be. I stopped mid stride, refocused my eyes on the subject, and then came to the following realization… It’s just some Boca senior out riding his bike. This old dude, as pale as the kid from the movie “Powder”, wearing white shorts, white shirt, white hat, (and this being Boca) white shoes. Beach cruising by me with a big smile on his face. Dammit old man, you almost scared me.
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