|Menu at Mahoney's|
It's now about two and we can't find a cab to the Fest. We walk. We search. We walk. We call. We walk. CAB! Whew! We pick up a couple to make a full cab, which triggers a can-u-top-this golf course dialogue amongst Mark, Barry, New Couple beginning with Pebble Beach (yes, Pebble is nice, but Spyglass is soooooo much harder).
|Allen Toussaint in crowd|
|Shoe Ladies at Steve Earle|
The Studs have their annual dinner event with Marshall, so Peter and I grab a beer at Crescent City, then a forgettable dinner at the Corner Sports Bar. Peter still has life and goes off on his own, but I'm in bed at 10:30. I've been out ridin' fences for so long now. Night.
|65,000 estimated crowd at Acura Stage for the Eagles|