(continuation of previous post)
It was so bad, I actually started to get queasy. Then I had to fight the urge to giggle. About halfway through, though, things picked up. The drummer had to quit halfway through a song. Some kind of mishap with his oxygen tank. This enabled the other players to all play the wrong chords in correct rhythm.
Well, the lasagna was good. I was expecting Stouffers or BirdsEye, but it was all homemade. I had seconds of the Eggplant.
And for afters, check out this site for Nick Beyeler. If this guy doesn’t make you get off the couch and start moving, nothing will.