Get Funky on my Grand Railroad

This past weekend I visiting my parents in the redwood paradise known as Humboldt County. The goal was to help my Dad set up his satellite TV system and we succeeded. We also took part in essential HC traditions like eating at Ferndale Pizza and Las Caz, and we threw in some Porter Street and Hot Brew too (BONUS!! I saw Amber's Mom at Hot Brew! She didn't know who I was, but was very polite to this psycho chick acting like she knew her). Yes it was a weekend of food. And it was glorious! My Dad even made waffles. Twice! Golden Brown Delicacies indeed!

So this was pretty much an awesome weekend right there. Lots of great food, bonding time with Dad, hanging out with Mom, got to see Grandma.

Awesome.

And then it got awesomer.

My friend Rachel got us all tickets to a show. Right in the front. I could feel the spit.

Who was this showstopper?

Grand Funk Railroad. Now I'll admit, I had heard their name, but had no idea what they sang. So of course I wiki'd them. I even youtube'd them to hear some songs. I was still clueless. I didn't even know they were still a group.

They are!














And they totally rocked Trinidad! At first I was concerned because the first band member out looked like an old lesbian, and the next guy out had legs the size of toothpicks, even with leather pants!! But they knew how to party. And the guy from KISS was kinda hot, in a druggie, old man with raging STDs kind of way. Plus he was great on the guitar. But the true star of the show was the drummer. That man wailed on those drums. At first I thought I was having heart palpitations, but really it was just those beats pumping through my chest. Once I realized I wasn't going to go into cardiac arrest, I enjoyed it.

So thanks to Rachel (and Mark!) for the amazing show. Thanks to my Dad for the waffles (and the gas money). And thanks to my Mom for making sure my room was perfect and comfy.