What an interesting weekend. As usual, strange things abound.

I went to the Crow Bar (in Ybor) on Friday night to see Leslie Hall and the Lys. I had been anticipating an encounter with this phenomenon for awhile but did not think it would manifest anytime soon. Anyway, if you haven't heard of Leslie Hall--she's a force to be reckoned with. Gem sweaters, rapping, spandex jumpsuits, midwest mayhem. Not for everyone maybe but definitely a product of ingenious marketing and extraordinary creativity.

So, there I was...

It was nice to be out. I patiently waited at the bar drinking blue moon beer-- happily and rapidly.

Then, I looked across the bar. I pondered in disbelief and my brain oddly and slowly performed a cognitive reconfiguration of time space location analysis. Finally, I realized it was actually Trey, our professor! What a strange coincidence. What was he doing there you may wonder? Well, he was ordering an italian martini for his wife, Angie. Oh, of course, what else would he be doing there?

A few moments later he was on stage jamming with his band. I can't remember their name--is it flexxehawk--I'm not sure, but they were really good. I was impressed and sort of shocked. Our professor is a bad ass guitarist AND drummer--a secretive bad ass at that. It took me about a thousand "how strange this is" loopholes of internal and external dialogue.

So, here's a picture for you all to enjoy.

Later that evening, I even got to meet Leslie. She's more outrageous than I could have ever hoped for.