It’s Weaver D’s day. Thirty five minutes and one chicken and gravy special later, the magic had kicked in and I had fallen madly in love with the idea of a two-hour nap-
I grabbed my slippers and stole an abbreviated version of the nap I so desired and we rolled back to the club to check in and get ready for the last night. I fetched some dinner and caught up with the Summer Hymns friends over a few PBRs, and minutes later found myself intertwined in Southern Bitch’s rock greatness. Scotty and I played with them a couple years back at Smith’s in Atlanta, and as much as I dug ’em then, I enjoyed tonight’s set even more. [We] shuffled around for a few minutes, tuned up and settled in for one last show. It was a spirited and loud one, and I think our cause was transmitted sufficiently.
-Will