Out with my girl on a Saturday night in a beach town. We ended up at one of those coastal dive joints that is held together with equal measures of plywood, duct tape, and tarps. There was an impressive gaggle of TV monitors locked on to our proud and mighty Southern Sports Teams & NASCAR. The decor was early stuff that likely just found its way there and patron contributions.
We had pizza and a cold beer. The band set up and without any announcement one by one the band mates kicked in to start playing mix of classic rock & Saturday Nite Country with an original reggae number thrown in just to keep things honest. The lyrics matched the evening and venue. Life's been good, I want to fly like an eagle, I've got my girl, rock me mama like a southbound train, and we are out on a Saturday night. Livin' the life. It was perfect.