Or: Who ever heard of mosquitos in February?
Another year and another “Oyster Roast” fundraiser. I can’t recall how many years the band has playing this annual event, but it been at least seven and the third year it has been held at the same lake.
Last year, it was rainy and in the 40’s, so we played inside and it worked well…like a club where people got up close, singing and dancing. . . positive reinforcement for the band.
This year, because it was supposed to be in the high 60’s, we opted to play outside and while it was nice and warm setting up, by the time we finnished at 10pm, the temperature was in the high 50’s which makes it difficult to play fast, or smooth. It seems that somewhere in that range is the perfect temperature however, for clouds of newly hatched mosquitos at the lake. I started counting and stopped at six billion. Coming attractions of Spring in SC.
Most of the party goers were spread out around the grounds and there wasn’t as much close contact as last year, but it still was a great night, breathing in all those bugs and playing music with my friends.
I use a wireless transmitter for the guitar, which gives me two advantages. First, it cuts down on the chance of being electrocuted (primary benefit) and second, it allows me to move around mingle with the crowd a little, which is fun, as long as the crowd is within 45′ of the receiver.
We had fun; fun as only grown men can have when they are trying to relive their 20’s for the evening.
There were several folks who took videos, but they have not yet found their way back to me, so we are still waiting to post that elusive YouTube video.
Thanks to our daughter Elissa (aka Jelly) for taking these as well as many other photos. She is the reason Cole is nice to me.
Fantasy night over.
Back to Realsville.