Saturday evening Dave and I met up with some friends in Homer, NY, for a blues concert by Duke Robillard. We brought our very pregnant friend, Kira, with us. It was Saturday and she was due on Sunday. Her partner, Jason, couldn't come because he had work to do, so we didn't think she'd want to come, either. Oh, but we were wrong. Kira was hoping that a little live music might force her unborn child to boogie down the birth canal.
So imagine what it looks like to have Dave enter a blues club with not one, but two noticeably pregnant women on his arm. This might be good or bad for his reputation, depending on your idea of what a reputation actually does for a person in a place like Homer, NY.
The music was a big hit with both in utero babies - lots of kicking and squirming and knocking around the walls of the uterus. And after the show, Kira admitted that her stomach felt a little funny, and not just because she'd eaten a whole bunch of yogurt-covered raisins. But as of the time of this publication, Kira & Jason's baby has not been born - at least not to our knowledge. I'm sure we won't be the first to find out, after all. But a little blues does a baby good.
My favorite stanza by Mr. Robillard is the following:
"Fish make love underwater,
Worms make love underground,
Rats make love in the garbage can,
So woman, don't turn me down!"
1 comment:
I can't imagine how great that looked, to have Dave walking not one but two pregnant women into a concert. That's hysterically funny!
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