I asked the guy working the merchandise booth if he realized that the above slogan, which adorned most of the t-shirts, actually referred to a traditional Hawaiian dish. It's a yogurty substance with no taste. It's purple and I think it's made from seaweed or something. He laughed and said he had tried it when he visited the islands, and we agreed that it was pretty unremarkable.
So I did get to work the concert, though I didn't make a lot of money. And it was so packed that I couldn't see the band perform really. But I did get to meet several of them. Only really talked to the drummer John (they call him el John) though, and he was giving me music career advice. He even wanted one of my CDs. I need to start keeping one in my purse at all times dammit! Dammit dammit!
The mother of the owner of my bar cooked them a homemade gourmet dinner. That was cool.
But the coolest was when my boss let me get on the bar and dance for the last song! A couple of the bartenders had done it earlier. This is NOT a practice at my bar. Not even remotely. But they'd brought back some retired bartenders for the event and they decided to have fun I guess. I was giggling at them and my boss says "You can get up there too." It took me 2 seconds to vault onto the bar. The song was an old one of theirs called "Complicated" from the one CD of theirs I really know. Did I mention that I saw them perform nine years ago at the Blue Note when I was a freshman in college? Anyway, that was a blast. Not likely to ever happen again.
Posted by kristen at November 5, 2005 01:25 PM