show me the G Love
Saturday afternoon i found myself and Shamu-Ramu-I've-Got-The-Connections-Ding-Dong (aka Shannon) in a dark and seedy dive downtown. Shannon had gotten the hook-ups to see a special, relatively private pre-Street Scene performance by G-Love & Special Sauce at the Casbah. Admittedly, neither of us were "true fans", and while we waited for the show to begin, we scanned the dim room and counted the number of Lance Armstrong bracelets we could see (11! out of about 70 people!). With the generally milling around of people, one super tall guy caught my attention. Shannon said "wouldn't that be funny if that was G-Love?" (again, not true fans here), and while we shared a good chuckle about that, Mr. Tall Man took the stage and started busting out in song.

Well, who'da thunk.

We ended up getting a pic with the Love courtesy of Shannon's cell phone:

I would like to point out that the look on my face is directly reflective of the fact that G was doing a little digging with that visible hand of his. The boy's got amazing blue eyes... and quite a grip.