RIP, Dusty...
I lifted a bunch of weights with you guys singing in my ears.
One night in the late nineties, my wife and I went into the just closing dining room and asked if we could have dinner late. They said yes because their kitchen was “going to be open late.” We ordered and were sitting by ourselves with no one else in the whole dining room.
In walked ZZ Top and their wives and/or lady friends. Sat down across the small open floor area and were having a very late dinner after their performance elsewhere in town. We felt like flies on the wall listening to their winding down — all quite decorous. After a half hour or so we finished and paid and they waved and nodded as we got up to leave just as if we were acquainted. Very cordial.