The Best Weekend Efur, Part Two!

Posted by Meezerboy at 10/6/2009 11:06 AM
Categories: Trip to Sandfrandsisko
Tags: I gots groopies...
Trip to Sandfrandsisko: Day One, Part Two: 
Echo's A Pawty Animal!  With Groopies!

I want yoos to know this wuz a bizniss trip.  Mommy came out to lissen to music by sum vary talentid music makers and lern why she mite want to play them on her radio show.  So in the following pictures it mite look like we is haffing way too much fun to be on a bizniss trip, but it is vary hard work to be in the ennertayning bizniss.  We were all working vary hard on this nite. 

Reely.  Seriously. 

After hangin with Skeezix and Flat Jeter and Bosco and the food ladies me and Mommy got on a party bus bownd for Nappa.   The peeple on the bus were all icksitid to meet me.  I made lots of new furrends.   In the music biz thay call em groopies.

 

I had many groopies.  Thay all wantid to pet me.



Sumbuddy sed "Hay look over thare, whuts all them pink tents fur?"



I skrambled to the window and knew rite away whut thay wuz for. I tole all my groopies  "That's whare Jeter Harris' mom is gonna sleep tonite!"  Duzzins and duzzins of tents in the shadow of the Golden Gate bridge so all the brest canser walkers kood git sum sleep during thare 60 mile walk.



I got a lump in my throte when I saw all them tents thinking of all the peeple woo wood be sleeping in them.  Evry one of them had a story of how cancer had effecktid them.  Evry one of them had workt vary hard to be thare and were struggling in thare own way to make it all those miles. 

Then beforr I knew it I was seeing another grate site for the first time in my life.  We wuz going over the Golden Gate bridge!



How vary ixsiting! 

It wuz many more miles beforr we got to our destinayshun:  the Niebaumm Rubicon Estate whare Francis Ford Coppola makes lots and lots of happy joose.  It wuz a byootiful site.



Peeple in Callifornya are diffrint.  At this house thay had the bathtub outside.  I wuz careful not to fall in.


I also met famiss country singer Gary Allan. Jes between yoo and me,  I wuzzint that impresst with him.  I meen, he kinda pales in comparisun to celebri-cats like Skeezy and Jete.  And I don't think he's got much experience with cats. 



Inside the house I saw sumthing I haff nefur seen before.  Stares!  I meen, we haff stares at our house but thay go up into the seeling whare the Krissmiss dekorayshuns and lited vishus deer skellatins live.  So I ran all the way up the stares and wated for Mommy.  She's much slower than I am. 



Izzint that a byootiful stained glass window? 



We lookt all around the big house.  I found a reely old chare to sit in.  It belonged to the man who bilt the house, Mr. Neebaum.  I'm lucky I diddint land in the hoosegow for sittin thare.  Thare wuz a sign on the desk that sed "do not touch".   But I wuzzint too worried.  After all, I'm a celebri-cat with groopies so that meens I automatickally git high powered lawyers and pee arr peeple to git me out of inny trubble I mite land in wile in Californya. 



We paused to look out the window at the nite.  Me and Mommy had a speshul feeling when we did.  And we haddint even tasted inny wine yet!



So whare is the grape joose?  I kept serching and serching. I fownd sum barrels but the happy joose in them wuzzint reddy yet.



Yureeka!   This is whare thay poor the happy joose!  I hopped rite up thare on the bar and ordered sum for Mommy. 



Together we fownd a chare to sit in and be happy.  



Back upstares we had dinner and then Gary Allen played sum music.   He's had lotsa hit songs and it wuz a grate konsert.  The gitar he wuz playing wuz vary old.  A 1948 JT Hunter.  (At furst I thot he sed its name wuz Jeter Harris, but that wuz jes the happy joose makin me heer things.  Har har har!)  Innyway, Gary  had just bot it becuz his band had lost all thare instroomints in a horrible tornaydo storm wile playing outside in Canada this summer.  It wuz such a bad storm a lady died.  Gary Allen has had many tragidees in his life.  Apparently he's crosst too many paths with basemint cat.  But he sure is a gud singer. 



When the show wuz over we went outside to look at the byootiful nite. 



This is whare Mommy sed she nefur wantid to go home.  But heer thare is no reel Echo, no reel Tenny, no reel Spencer and speshully no reel Daddy. 



Our time at the happy joose house wuz over so we got on the pawty bus and rockt and rollt down the highway back to Sandfrandsisko.  As yoo can tell, it got a littel sideways.   The groopies were outta control!   One mita bin missin thare panties.   It wuz as thay say "off the hook". 



But the music biz izzint all glammerous pawtying til dawn.  Me and Mommy had whut thay say in the biz "lobby call" at 7:15 in the morning.  I had another famiss celebritee to meet.   Mr. Tasty Face!!!  In purrson!

Be heer tomorrow for Sandfranciscko Day Two!!!

 

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