This just in.
BB King may be a gajillion years old, but damn! Dude rocks.
In keeping with the whole Southern Bluesy theme, we went for dinner to Dinosaur BBQ before the show, an idea shared by approximately half the state's population. Waiting an hour and a half for a table isn't such a bad thing when you've got a charming intelligent man for company and a seemingly endless supply of Pennsylvania's finest. Mmmmm. Beer.
Blues guitar is hot. Lucille is shiny.
That is all.
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