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| Yep, it's
Five O' Clock Somewhere! |
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A great
crew recruited by Miss Sarah. |
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| "Twinkle,
twinkle little star"... or something like that. |
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My
shot technician, Double D, just doing his job. |
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| The
rowdy table! |
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Linda,
Stan and Peg stop in before dinner. |
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| These
guys were big Buffett fans. :-) |
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I'm
glad I was singing when this was going on. |
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| Steve
from the Strangers
wondering if I'm "ok on beers." |
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The
front and back of the Strangers shirts... in one photo! |
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| Me,
Sarah and Maggie and one unidentified patron. |
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Me
and my manager, Mini, who decides to be nice to me this particular
evening. |
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| The
Strangers invited me up to sing a song with them. |
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Strummin'
with the Strangers. |
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lost a bet with my manager, so I had to dance like a fool for
3 minutes when the dance floor was empty... |
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...it
wasn't hard to do — I can "white guy dance"
with the best of 'em. |
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| Rich
from the Strangers wonders just what the hell I'm doing. |
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Finally,
I get to dance with a real person. Miss Maggie, in this case.
:-) |
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| Maggie,
Erin and Sarah... the Three Musketeers! |
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Crush,
shortly before heading to Denny's for breakfast. |
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