We had a load of things to take care of before we flew out of Boston, but first and foremost was A's performance. She really wanted to get up there and play, so we scrambled to get things finished and wrapped up so we could leave early enough to catch her show, then make it to the bus which would take us to the airport.
The show was a lot of fun, and we didn't realize, or rather, nobody told us (wah-wah) that we were supposed to make a lunch reservation and sit for the show. Everyone else seemed to know this, because the place was packed, and everyone sitting in the restaurant was really there for the show. Oh well, live and learn as usual.
We managed to sit in the back and not be noticed, which actually afforded us a good view of the show. Several of the performers did solos, and not wanting to be the shameless dad who talks about their kid, but A was the only one who played guitar and sang. She did a fine job, we were so proud of her, and she enjoyed herself so much. Also, they did an ensemble piece where all the guitarists played certain movements of a composition, and once again, all the other performers had to read their music except for one specific guitarist, who shall remain unnamed, who had her part memorized.
It was a lot of fun, and afterward we grabbed some burritos as Boloco and headed over to catch our bus that would take us to Boston, where the true crazy adventure began, but more on that later.
Until then, thanks for reading, and thanks to Ria Mendoza for the pic.