The Blondetourage

There we were. Bisque Fest 2011. Four bands, eight hours, 387 coolers . ..

. . . and tons of cool local friends.

And then it happened.

My Girl Nancy showed up with her Blondterage.

It was Coreen's birthday, afterall. What were they going to do, stay in Hebron??

Mistah Schleckah, he didn't mind the influx of female humanity so much . . .

. . . nope . . .

. . . not so much at all.

And me? Well, I love it when my girl Nancy comes to town.

Love . . .

. . .  love . . .

. . . love.

(Dude, that's the bag someone left behind.
With potato chips and Doritos still in it.)

The Blondetourage brought their men, too -- of course they did. And their men -- their minions, as I called them -- got in line for food. For the best seafood this side of the Mississippi:

Hot lobster rolls, baby . . .

. . . and fried food, baby . . .

. . . and steamahs and lobstah, baby . . .

Oh, the girls had a great time . . .

. . . at one point we looked up and Kelly was playing our bongo drum up on stage with, er, near the band.

And the girls climbed right up atop our Westy for even more Blondetourage fun. Of course they did.

And that, of course, led to a completely hilarious photo shoot. The first One of many that night, from the sounds of it.

Oh, the fun we have, surrounding our fun-loving Westy . . .

. . . oh, we have ourselves a Time.

And the thing about it? The thing about the Time we have and the Blondetourage accompanying us, and the fusion of local and far-away friends?

The Bands just keep on a-playing . . .

Next week: High Drama at Bisque Fest!