So tonight is the night before the last night of this years "Hoots" rally. And to close it out, we had an awesome band come to play for the hooters! And here is how it played out . . .
Set One: The Time Machine
The band came out swinging with those 70s classics, guitars wailing, hips swaying, polyester trembling. For a while it felt like the 70's never died, except now the moves were slower and occasionally accompanied by groans that weren’t part of the rhythm section.
Set Two: The Slow Retreat
By halfway through, the dance floor was still hopping, if you count shuffling, toe-tapping, and the occasional chair dance as “hopping.” But you could see it in the crowd: watches being checked, yawns sneaking in, and people quietly calculating how long it would take to get from the parking lot to their golf carts, and then to their pajamas.
The Vanishing Act
The band had three sets on the schedule, but by the end of the second it was clear they weren’t battling crowd fatigue… they were battling bedtime. Folks weren’t leaving because they didn’t like the music, they were leaving because the siren song of the mattress was louder than the amps.
The Survivors
Still, about 20 of us held out to the bitter end, cheering like champions. Credit goes to the “squerly girls”, Trish and Renee, who, were the
hot girls of the night. They danced, laughed, and brought the kind of spark that kept the rest of us from packing it in early.
The band closed with one last jam, not because they were tired, but because the audience was disappearing faster than free dessert at a Golden Corral. Then we all gathered for a picture, proof that we had outlasted the curfew of our own biological clocks.
Whether that picture is ever posted is questionable and remains to be seen. Having fun with Class A Newmar's doesn't mean you have to be young, you just need to feel young.
Certainly strays from the classic London Aire graphics.
