On Oct. 9, Ryan and I drove to Rock Island, Illinois (via North English, Iowa to see his grandma) to see Here Come the Mummies. (Their official site is offline currently, but when it's back up it will be here.) And if you wonder why they dress like mummies, see here.
|This is Java and if you have to know what he's doing, he's playing a Cow Belt. Yup - a Cow Belt.|
The venue was the Rock Island Brewing Co. We got there early for dinner and refreshments - the RIBCO is one of their "signature" burgers and featured onion rings, bacon and your choice of cheese on top of a 1/2 pound burger. Um ... yeah. It was one of the best burgers I've ever had. Ryan had "The Warmth" which was a marinated chicken breast with jalapenos on top. It was so hot I would have thought that it came directly from the fires of hell. It even made Ryan break his two beer rule because he needed something to quench what should have been called "The Blaze."
The food, the beer and the ambiance were worth the drive (we ended up logging over 540 miles that weekend to swing up to Decorah, Iowa to catch the dregs for our 10-year class reunion - sorry classmates! You were trumped by mummies.), but the concert was indescribable. Thank you, Rock Island, for a wonderful night.