We arrived right on time, but there was a line stretched around a city block that we were disinclined to endure. Being both thirsty and wise, we crossed the street and enjoyed a pre-event malted beverage of the hoppy variety.
|If you know me and you know Beth, you know that a place called the Beer company could never be resisted.|
Once the suckers in line had made their way into the venue, we moseyed on over to join them, just in time for the first song:
|Ozomatli at the House of Blues!|
This particular show did differ slightly from my previous visits to this rock and roll institution.
Check out the bar:
|Just Beth and the event staff|
All the mommies and daddies had these badges of courage (photographed much later, on the drive home),
but few others had the wherewithall to plan as Beth and I had, designating a "meet up" spot and then shooing our girls toward the stage before retreating to the spacious and gratifying bar area.
It was a great, fun, albeit short set
|Baby rock stars!|
|LOVE these girls. Couldn't they be sisters? They all have the same hair.|
|What's a rock star photo without a rock star?|
|Big girl |
And then we wandered around the venue for a bit, catching some quite glorious photos. My fave:
And then we returned to our happy little beer haven, with the sun strangely still up in the sky, sporting Ozo-merch and a new collection of unforgettable memories.
It was a really good, really Ozo Sunday.