Yesterday was the last downtown Hayward street-faire for 2006. I moseyed on down there around 6pm and met the son of Gib for a few pints at The Bistro.

B Street was closed off from Foothill to Mission, and all of Main Street from A Street to C Street. All along Main Street were parked old timey cars in perfect condition. At each intersection of B Street a band played everything from country and blues to jazz and rock ‘n roll.

Ange and his wife Karen strolled by with Jennifer Silverman and Paul Gonsalves in tow. We played a quick game of catchup and I let them go on their way.

The band playing at The Bistro was incredible. Cari Lee And The Saddle-ites set up on the patio and entertained us with their blend of western swing, bluegrass, and country. They had a great rapport with the crowd. The way they were dressed looked like they had just stepped out of The Grapes Of Wrath or Of Mice And Men. After the show, my sister Deborah talked Cari Lee’s ear off for what seemed like forever and about God knows what.

Jen The Gypsy drank the better part of my pints of double IPA. “We’ll just get one and split it.”

Kellie and Tabetha showed up around 8pm. It was an awkward moment, but Kev and I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. We all love The Bistro.

And then Deborah was buying me a slice of pizza, but she wasn’t that hungry so she was just going to get a bottle of water. And then she ate half of my slice.

And as my mother was so fond of saying, “That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.”

Signing off.