Gig-sort of-well, not really...well, no.

So the gig, well...there was none!

Something in translation got confused by the agent and the bar owner, so make a long story short....the date/time got messed up.

So, there we sat with our family/friends, but no gig! It was still a blast.

All our favorite people, together, almost like a party.

So, even though the band was dissapointed, Tom and I still had fun. We had a night out.

This picture says it all.

Jenn "come see my husband in the band"
Tom "i feel like a prize asshole"

We get hysterical at the sight of this picture.

Goofballs!