Some Party, Some Don't

Recently, we were very excited to find that Max Stalling was playing live a reasonable distance from our house. The concert was outdoors in a family-friendly location, so we loaded up the hellions and dragged them along.

Now Max isn't famous enough yet to be wary of stalkers like us, so he still walks around in the audience before and after the performance. He was talking to some guys he knew next to our table, when Rufus decided that he wanted to go introduce himself. I told Rufus to be nice and go for it. He walked up to the group and patiently waited until one of the nice gents said, "Oh! I believe this young man would like to say hi to you, Max." Rufus introduced himself, using his full name, and then informed Mr. Stallings that I-35 is his favorite song and that the whole family can sing Ping Pong Pool all the way through in unison.

I think the artist was impressed. Later, during the concert, Max gave Rufus a shout-out, by full name, and then played Ping Pong Pool for him. Sweet! Of course, we all loudly sang along. Rufus could give Obama a run for his money on hand shakin' and baby kissin'.

Below are a couple of photos illustrating how this adventure went:

Magoo got in some bartending practice, preparing to walk in Cat Crap's footsteps.

Rufus took a nap, waiting until he could read in the car on the way home
and dreaming of what he'll write on his application essay for RU.

We didn't have any good pictures of Rufus at the concert, but he requested that I post this particular photo, which he and Bourdreaux engineered just for the blog.