Weekend with The Gufs

Our friends are in a band called The Gufs. Brian used to be in The Gufs. If it weren't for this band, we would have never met, actually. Saturday was their 20th Reunion show at Turner Hall Ballroom in Milwaukee. It was an early show, so we brought the boys with. Brian was already up on Saturday, so the boys and I took the el to the Amtrak, and the Amtrak up to Wisconsin. It's the way to go. We stayed at the Intercontinental, which was only a few blocks away from the venue and got to walk around the neighborhood a little before going to the show. I think H & C were pretty impressed by Dad, and they had a great time with their cousins who also came. Brian had an absolute blast. We watched from an empty balcony overlooking 600-700 people who came for the show. We did have to leave a little early -- C fell asleep in some giant bean bags (yes, at a concert -- talk about a rock star), and H ran around until I asked if he was ready to go then crashed at the hotel. It was a great night.