My sole concern was The Mom. Being a gentleman from Virginia my brow frowned at the thought of her standing at the bar whilst Kelly lent to our ears her serenades inspired by her Texas upbringing.
So, I propose, in evidence of the facts, that humblegunner pick up the tab.
Seriously - This place is wonderful. It is small, very quaint. From the seatless bar Eaker could toss HG to the stage.
So why didn’t he?
(I’m sitting under a highway bridge waiting for the rain to stop. Got nothin’ better to do right now ‘cept contemplate how much my ass hurts. This blacktop is miserable.)
Don’t go worrying about me, I grew up standing (and sometimes leaning) at the bar. ;-)