Playing a wedding reception in the daylight hours is weird enough, but doing it at good old Hackney's was downright unsettling. We are vampires, and should only come out to play at night or, at the very least, dusk. Performing in our normal spot with sunlight streaming thru the windows caused very strange behavior. Vince initially drank Coke, John emcee'd with style and panache, and I think Keith Baumann turned to ash from the exposure to sunlight. He got better.The happy loving couple actually married in Louisiana, and traveled up to celebrate after the fact with the bride's side. The bride, incidently, trains retired movie and television monkies for a living. I'm not sure why retired monkies need training, or why there are multiple show biz monkies in existance (really, isn't one or two plenty?), but I'm convinced I heard her right. Anyway, they were a very nice, very very casual, couple. Things kept popping up and popping out all day, and we handled it our usual lack of style and grace. Hackney's put out a tremendous spread for the event. They get the OJB stamp of approval for parties, receptions, funerals and get togethers!
Our good friend Daniel Gorski flew in from LA for the weekend, and joined us in the trumpet section. He and his lovely Jackie hosted a Lou Malnati's party for all us old friends and family folk later in the evening. It was all good.
And the best part of all? Hackney's main man, Mr Mike Masterson, allowed us to keep everything set up for our regular Monday gig. How sweet was that? Very.
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