So as y’all know I went to that abandoned supermarket for a “secret” concert last Friday night.

AND IT WAS AWESOME!

The abandoned supermarket turned out to be a person’s home – they’d purchased the thing and renovated it years and years ago, before any zoning regulations told them they couldn’t. Inside is a gorgeous home – one that can grace the cover of any design magazine (they’re artists) – perfect for such a gathering.

Get this:
It turns out, I know the homeowners.

HA!

Obviously, we’re not close friends, but I have met the lady homeowner before while doing some work at the San Antonio Museum of Art.
And…
I’m in a book club with her.

Talk about a small world and life handing up a perfect moment of synchronosity, eh?

The gathering was interesting – a mix of people who knew the homeowners, Austin-ites, Bobby followers, artsy San Antonians and random cling-ons (like myself). And at one point in the night I drank a shot of Tequila from a fancy red bottle brought to the party by a dude we called “Laredo Luis” (who apparently is a huge Bobby Bare Jr. stalker fan).

The music was great. Bobby Bare Jr. was great.
I only wish I could’ve videoed some footage for you, but I was too busy having my ears made love to.
Um. Okay. That was weird.

He ended with a number called Rock-n-roll Halloween. Those hard-core Bobby fans were dressed up as characters in the song… here’s where the beloved pregnant nun started to bust a move:

Moral: Don’t judge a secret concert by its cover.