Ann Marie, here is, without a doubt, one of the craziest pictures I have ever taken.
You, also, are insane … because you ironed those T-shirts.
And for some reason we have upended the table and put it on the bed. I imagine so we could run through the “Rich, Young, Pretty & Tan” jitterbug with the boys in the motel room. Where Phil would remind us repeatedly to “do the jazz hands” in between bouts of “bag stress”.
Like I said. I love this photo because insanity just FLICKERS off the edge of it.
I *remember* running through our “numbers” many many times in that hotel room, so I am sure that’s why the table is on the bed like that. Over on the dresser are about 40 sodas from the free soda machine we discovered. I wonder which shirt I wore and why there are only 3?
I seem to remember that Kenny was already wearing his.
And yes – the free sodas! So much excitement!!!
I loved you on the phone with the massage therapist explaining in a blase way, “Yes, well, we’re performing in Summer Fest so we’re only here for a few days …” and then rolling your eyes at me. Like, you’re playing THAT card! But you know what? It worked!!
Also, I love that you put the word numbers in quotation marks. hahahahahaha
My favorite memory (even though I didn’t directly witness this) is that Bob was trying to get into the rained out show and kept walking up to various SummerFest officials and saying “My girlfriend is performing tonight” as though suddenly that would get him somewhere.
hahahahahahahahahahaha I love that story, too!!
Meanwhile, we were all trapped in the van in the middle of a veritable MONSOON