After some hard thinking (read: I finally sobered up), I realize that most of what happened this weekend doesn't translate well to a blog. You had to be there. So, once again, let me coin a phrase from Inigo Montoya, "There is too much. Let me sum up."
As I sat at the bar with Iggy, reveling in the insanity of this group, I was once again awed by his insight. We separately had come to the realization that this group, well, it just works. We each have something to offer and, damnit, it's worth driving or flying from Canada, Chicago, Seattle, or wherever.
Man hugs with BamBam and not-so-man hugs with Pebbles made the trip worthwhile. 'Nuf said.
It was an interesting contrast of brothers. In one corner we had Otis and Dr. Jeff. When my boys grow up, I want them to have this relationship. They look out for each other. In corner #2 we have BG and the (absent) BB. Meeting the other brother was very cool. Technically we had met before, but I just realized they were related. I'm not sure which one was trying to hide the relationship from the public, if in fact they were. Regardless, it all makes sense now.
In the 3rd corner we have Steve and Tripjax. Trip - it was cool meeting you. I hope you survived the elements. 'Nuf said.
Next up - conversations with Otis, BadBlood and Falstaff, and of course, Tilting Lee Jones.