Ouch. Friday night Jes had her show and it went really well. Unfortunately an event was booked into the space she was in for the following day, so after the show and photographs a few of us helped her strike. We went up to the Scottish Arms and had a late meal after. We were in training for last night.

A college and graduate school friend of mine Karen got married in the afternoon, we killed a couple of hours over at Jes’s parent’s house after the ceremony and then we hit the reception at the old Lemp Brewery. Karen and John are big music people so they had a local bluegrass band The Flying Mules play through dinner; after the meal and toasts etc. Hudson and The Hoo Doo Cats played swing and rockabilly so we got our legs warmed up with some dancing – legs warmed up for …..

A fifteen mile bike ride under a full moon – we left the reception, picked up our bikes at circle K, met Fuzzy here and biked the 1.5 to the Muny for the start of The Moonlight Ramble. There was talk of eleven thousand participants. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to feeling like a locust. We had to walk the first half mile of the ramble because the bikes were packed in too close.

Given our busy schedule we just did the short eleven mile course instead of the twenty mile long course through downtown, we met Jes’s dad Gary and her nephew Brad at the start of the tour and had fun riding together through mostly Clayton and Brentwood. So we got done with that around 3:30 a.m. Yikes! Now I am told that Blues Travelers are giving a free show tonight at 8p.m. downtown at the levee, so the weekend has more in store if our muscles can manage.