This is still at Keirans...
Seriously, it was 4 degrees outside!!!! That's without the famous "wind chill" of Minnesota. Our long time family friend Sibin arrived from Vienna (via Chicago) to visit us a few days and we wanted to show him an evening out in Minneapolis. Well, we started the night at Kieran's which was great - but then had trouble deciding on the next venue. The goal: live music. Funny enough, right as we left Kieran's the live music was starting...we chose: 7th Street Entry at First Ave. For one thing, we figured First Ave is a fine venue to show a visitor and 7th Street Entry always has music. My dear friends Dawn, Nicole and I ventured ahead of the boys only to walk in with snot frozen in our noses, paid $5 and found that there was NO OTHER PATRONS in the bar! It was just us and the very nice staff. I tried to get Dawn to beat box on the stage but it didn't quite work...The first band had not yet arrived so the three of us enjoyed our cocktails, enjoying the freedom of being all by ourselves - umm yeah I was apparently quite loud.
All alone in the bar...
as the drink falls... from L - me badass, Dawn - pseudo bad ass and Nicole...drunk? :)
The boys arrived along with some other people so our peace evaporated. Apparently I'm being quite poetic today...anyway, they arrived and shortly thereafter the first band started. Can we really call them a band? As they were setting up, I watched the male member of the band strip off his black jeans to these Zooba-like fitted 3/4 length pants. If you think it sounds bad - well it was. The very sexy cut off black t-shirt
completed the ensemble. Did I just say sexy? I meant "not sexy". The problem with the pants was that they were made of cotton rather than any spandex that holds you know what in place...well this one just let it all shake around and I couldn't stop staring at his "just below mid-section"! He threw himself all over the stage, shaking and singing lyrics like "we don't want to kill you, we just want to sell you". It was quite enjoyable! As the second band started and we recovered from the first, Dawn, Nicole and I decided that it was time for "Dance Dance Revolution" at Gameworks across the street. Yeah, I wasn't very good but those two ladies kicked ass! Annd, my lovely Brother Steve (after quite a few drinks) started talking smack as they met us over there...yeah he sucks at Dance Dance Revolution. :) Pics of the evening
