Chris
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G3 Boston
The show was at 7:30, so around 3:45, I headed out to Steve's:
Headed down the road from my place:
And made it to Steve's Estates:
When I say "I'll be there at 4:30", I mean it. Sometimes.
Pulled down the drive:
Yay! Steve's house:
Went inside, greeted the family, played some JEMs, and then we headed out after a quick beer:
Off to Drew's we go:
Drew's fucking phone didn't work, and I couldn't figure out Steve's PDA. So we did the safe thing, and had him post on the
boards, while driving in traffic, at 80MPH:
Then we hit some traffic.
And saw some Boston area wildlife!
Again, Bus 77!
You can tell we made it to Drew's by the telltale geographical anomalies.
Drew gets the 'bone for having a broken phone.
Beers administered, we meet up with Keith and his girlfriend, and head out in search of sustenance to fuel our evening.
And do a poor Beatles impersonation:
Aah, what do we have here?
We are Mexi-CAN's, folks, no Mexi-can'ts here!
I needed a fork. So I went and grabbed one.
I also needed some napkins, because this is messy business. I asked Keith to grab some.
Steve's burrito:
I finish up and have a smoke while the rest of the group downs the remainder of our feast:
Then it's off to the Subway:
Which looks like this:
We needed passes for the train:
So Steve hooked it up:
Passes acquired, we headed down the giant esclator of doom. If you die and go to hell, I reckon it looks like this:
Wahoo, the T!
It hauls ass, but Drew is unmoved. The man fears nothing, not even a speeding train. Or pastels.
We get on:
And then off again, past this chick with a rather pronounced backside.
Head through this turnstyle thing:
Hooray, Boston!
A short walk, and we're here. We meet kmanick for about 30 seconds. I forget to take a pic, so pretend there's a pic
of him here.
7:30 showtime:
We bid adieu to Keith since his seats aren't near ours:
And take care of business:
And head inside. Once at our seats, behold, it's Paul Gilbert.
The view from our seats. The place is small so just about every seat is a pretty good one.
Paul finishes up:
So we do the natural thing, and go get more beers.
And head back in just in time:
To catch this fellow:
Who opened with Jaws of Life.
And administered some Petruccian shredly goodness upon our ears.
Unfortunately, the sound guy had the treble on 11tybillion for his set, so about 2/3 of the way through his set we went back
out here, in lieu of going deaf:
And got more beers.
Beers yet again administered, we head back inside.
Drew is fired up.
And Steve is angry!
The lights go down!
And out comes Satch!
Who is later joined by one John Petrucci:
Who does some serious shreddin':
In the midst of which, out strolls Paul Gilbert.
Who does some shredding of his own:
They finish up:
And Satch does some talking:
To introduce Bruce Boullet:
And Petrucci shreds some more.
Before introducing:
Johnny A, who I've never heard of and whose tone didn't really fit in.
Satch comes back out. Hi Satch! (left side)
And every Soudman's Nightmare begins. Look at all those guitarists.
G3 =
Show finishes up, we head back outside. Where I take a pic and some random dude notices me.
We wait for Keith:
Who comes out, and we head over to the most logical place we can go.
The waitress takes our order:
"Beers, please."
Drew's cute friend from work was also at the show. Along with Bob. Or Bill. Or Bart. Or something like that.
Beers administered yet again we head back:
To the subway, where some random dude who looks like Young Meatloaf is throwin' the horns around:
Drew is not amused. Steve and Keith cancel that fag's horns and administer some of their own:
Back on the train, we're pooped.
Keith is focused, however.
Is it Steve's new shirt?
Or is he wondering if one of us is having a stroke?
Since none of us are, we head back out the subway:
Through the chilly night home.
I get in my car back at Steve's around 2AM:
And head home.
FIN
The show was at 7:30, so around 3:45, I headed out to Steve's:
Headed down the road from my place:
And made it to Steve's Estates:
When I say "I'll be there at 4:30", I mean it. Sometimes.
Pulled down the drive:
Yay! Steve's house:
Went inside, greeted the family, played some JEMs, and then we headed out after a quick beer:
Off to Drew's we go:
Drew's fucking phone didn't work, and I couldn't figure out Steve's PDA. So we did the safe thing, and had him post on the
boards, while driving in traffic, at 80MPH:
Then we hit some traffic.
And saw some Boston area wildlife!
Again, Bus 77! You can tell we made it to Drew's by the telltale geographical anomalies.
Drew gets the 'bone for having a broken phone.
Beers administered, we meet up with Keith and his girlfriend, and head out in search of sustenance to fuel our evening.
And do a poor Beatles impersonation:
Aah, what do we have here?
We are Mexi-CAN's, folks, no Mexi-can'ts here!
I needed a fork. So I went and grabbed one.
I also needed some napkins, because this is messy business. I asked Keith to grab some.
Steve's burrito:
I finish up and have a smoke while the rest of the group downs the remainder of our feast:
Then it's off to the Subway:
Which looks like this:
We needed passes for the train:
So Steve hooked it up:
Passes acquired, we headed down the giant esclator of doom. If you die and go to hell, I reckon it looks like this:
Wahoo, the T!
It hauls ass, but Drew is unmoved. The man fears nothing, not even a speeding train. Or pastels.
We get on:
And then off again, past this chick with a rather pronounced backside.
Head through this turnstyle thing:
Hooray, Boston!
A short walk, and we're here.
We meet kmanick for about 30 seconds. I forget to take a pic, so pretend there's a pic of him here.
7:30 showtime:
We bid adieu to Keith since his seats aren't near ours:
And take care of business:
And head inside. Once at our seats, behold, it's Paul Gilbert.
The view from our seats. The place is small so just about every seat is a pretty good one.
Paul finishes up:
So we do the natural thing, and go get more beers.
And head back in just in time:
To catch this fellow:
Who opened with Jaws of Life.
And administered some Petruccian shredly goodness upon our ears.
Unfortunately, the sound guy had the treble on 11tybillion for his set, so about 2/3 of the way through his set we went back
out here, in lieu of going deaf:
And got more beers.
Beers yet again administered, we head back inside.
Drew is fired up.
And Steve is angry!
The lights go down!
And out comes Satch!
Who is later joined by one John Petrucci:
Who does some serious shreddin':
In the midst of which, out strolls Paul Gilbert.
Who does some shredding of his own:
They finish up:
And Satch does some talking:
To introduce Bruce Boullet:
And Petrucci shreds some more.
Before introducing:
Johnny A, who I've never heard of and whose tone didn't really fit in.
Satch comes back out. Hi Satch! (left side)
And every Soudman's Nightmare begins. Look at all those guitarists.
G3 =
Show finishes up, we head back outside. Where I take a pic and some random dude notices me.
We wait for Keith:
Who comes out, and we head over to the most logical place we can go.
The waitress takes our order:
"Beers, please."
Drew's cute friend from work was also at the show. Along with Bob. Or Bill. Or Bart. Or something like that.
Beers administered yet again
we head back: To the subway, where some random dude who looks like Young Meatloaf is throwin' the horns around:
Drew is not amused. Steve and Keith cancel that fag's horns and administer some of their own:
Back on the train, we're pooped.
Keith is focused, however.
Is it Steve's new shirt?
Or is he wondering if one of us is having a stroke?
Since none of us are, we head back out the subway:
Through the chilly night home.
I get in my car back at Steve's around 2AM:
And head home.
FIN
