Yee Haw!

Last night was girls night out. Sis and I had a plan to go to Portsmouth to catch Stagecoach Dick, the world's only Shuttlecock country cover band, at the Blue Mermaid. One of the Dicks had sent out an email about the show earlier in the week and recommended showing up early because the place is pretty small. We might have gotten there in time if I hadn't forgotten to bring my money and ID with me the first time we left the house. We got there around 9:30 and were turned away at the door and told it would be an hour and a half wait. Rather than wait in the freezing cold to wait for a chance to see a bunch of Dicks playing country music, we decided to head over to The Press Room and try our luck again later.
The Press Room was it's usual brick, dark, pub-ish self. The last time I remember being there was high school, but it seemed basically the same. Sis and I spotted the infamous Bruce Pingree there, which makes sense since he's the one who runs all the music there. He gave her a wave hello, which led me into a spontaneous, yet hopefully subdued, outburst of "We're not worthy!!" Dippy for sure, but he is The Man when it comes to certain genres of music around here.
After fortification with some Irish Coffee, we decided to try our luck again back at the Codfish...uh, I mean Blue Mermaid. We had to wait about 10 minutes out in the arctic chill, but a few people left and the man let us in. Our timing being what it is, as soon as we walked in the men of Stagecoach Dick were handing out party favors and Dick Cheney awarded Sis with her very own Stagecoach Dick tshirt. She's got all the luck. And all the connections. As usual, she was assaulted by a horde of various old friends in various states of intoxication. I got myself a drink, found a good perch and watched the band. I love that band. I can't help it. I've gotten over the fact that I don't really talk to anyone when I go out with her. I don't want to, really. I just want to watch the band and enjoy the music. And that I did.