Meet my Uncle Billy and his band. Saturday morning I got a call from Billy (the only guy without a seven year beard), saying he was in town, just passing through on his music tour through the western United States. I was still wet from my shower but told him I'd throw on some clothes and meet him at my parent's place for some pancakes and eggs.
We hadn't seen each other in six years so it was a fun little reunion. Unfotunately, one of the band members wasn't feeling well (see head poking out of van) so I didn't get to hear them play. But if you're curious and want to hear their sound, visit thirdseven.com.