If you had told the 5th grade version of me that this day would someday arrive, I would have completely freaked out. The 35-year-old version of me is also pretty damn excited. Thank you SHR for making this happen.(Photo by Jim)
The Coney Island show on Thursday night was great. He ended with a 1-2-3 punch of Back in Time, a slowed down Do You Believe in Love? and a revved up version of Workin' for a Livin'. I was amused to hear that Brooklyn president Marty Markowitz pronounces Huey the same way that Stoone Groove does - You-ey.
When I was a kid, a friend of the family told me that his friend worked backstage at Merriweather Post Pavilion and that Huey was a dick. I remember being quite upset by that for a long time. I'm proud to say 24 years later that that guy had no idea what he was talking about. Huey was as friendly as I had always hoped. Oh Huey.
After visiting my family in MD for a couple of days, SHR and I headed to Pittsburgh for a Friday night Mets - Pirates game. The next day, we goofed off a bit.
Perhaps my favorite photo of all time? I bought some vinyl to prepare for the big Huey show next week. The Pinball Championship happened to be going on this weekend. Non competing champions were also allowed to play. Mike and SHR found one of the non pinball entertainments. This place had hundreds of pinball champions. Henry gives us the thumbs up. We ate here back in '03. SHR was excited to make it back. We left after dinner and headed back to NY for some hot bocce playoff action the next afternoon.
Saturday was Mr. Balgavy's birthday. We went to Coney Island. I ate a chili dog. There was bocce. There was lounging. There was leapfrog. There was horse racing for prizes. I won Balgavy a present. A few of us headed to Di Fara before meeting back up with everyone at Sidecar. He loved his present. Apparently, he went dancing soon after this picture was taken but I have no insight into that.
I really should have thought a little longer about whether or not to climb the 294 steps of this monument on Wednesday after having already walked for a few miles on a hot day. My legs are still killing me.