Last week, Werk was hurtin’ for some ladies to show up for the co-ed softball game. I typically go, but as team mom. I’m bringing the snacks, the beer and the cheers. I was quite content with my role. But alas, they needed me to not only “play” but “play” something other than catcher.
So I decided to really put my best foot forward and dress the part. The whole part. I must say, I played the best softball of my MW career. And karoaked afterwards in this to “You Can’t Hurry Love.” Many thanks to the lads at the window table and their “Dottie, Dottie, Dottie!” chants.
The Chiclone was a huge disappointment, though I will say, I woke up freaking out that the window was going to bust in and a tsunami was going to form over the Lake.
But that’s not the kind of wind I’m talking about.
I’m talking about Winter Winds. By the one and only Mumford & Sons. I know I’ve written how much I love them, but last night, they FINALLY played this song in Chicago. This is the song I first heard from them and what made me totally fall for their music. It was their third show here since May (third time’s the charm!) and I went yet again in tow with an old musical buff named Dan who introduced me to the world of Ray LaMontagne and Joe Purdy. We literally had the time of our lives. And here’s some Winds for you all to enjoy. We went in costume, so once Dan sends me the photos, I’ll be sure to show you Dottie Hinson and a Boy Scout partying with the Sons.