Scott was his name. He was everyone's hero. He hosted
the event at his beautiful Midlothian home, amazed partygoers with his dancing
prowess, and faced down a bloodthirsty, torch-wielding posse of enraged lawmen
who came to shut down the music...admittedly, AFTER the band was done playing,
but he's STILL my hero.
Oh yeah, and the Illbillys played some music, too! The night was perfect, the
crowd particularly appreciative of the playlist, and the ground underfoot
thankfully free of running water. What more can you ask for?
I'm also told there is someone named Kathy who was responsible for the other
part of this party, the indoor part; those who stayed cloistered within
the safety and warmth of the house, hogging all the food for themselves. Those
of us braving the elements outside, however, cherished the contribution of those
insiders.
I beg, won't you please click on the thumbnails below for full-sized pix and the story?
