Sunfest 2013. I really only wanted to see Gary Clarke Jr. And the Black Crowes. It was setting up perfectly for me. Gary was on at 7, Crowes at 8 both on same stage Friday night. I bought Club Sunfest tickets, that gives me a seat, access to bars, free food (well, included in ticket price) and clean bathrooms for the wife. What could go wrong? More rain than Hurricane Sandy and Andrew combined?
Pre show, it's raining buckets, so we duck into Sticks and Spirits cigar bar, here's Geno the manager and I and a moose or something.
Rain can cause accidents. Like the choice of shoes this moron decided to wear. No way this guy has a babe.
For some reason, while hooded, My wife, Gina looks like a gypsy. It kinda works for me. My buddy Dr Drew looking like the Gordens of Glaucster fisherman. Drinks: watered down.
My friends from Lake Worth, Jill and Jimmy, sadly not allowed into Club Sunfest. It's almost like concert jail.
That's not sweat, it's rain, I swear!!!