
Once Chris got out of work, he raced home to pick up Kimberly to skip over to Backstreets to the downstairs bar to hear the band Hot Politics, a jazzy funky collection of musicians where the lead singer plays a euphonium for cryin' out loud. Fellow CRNA Jeremy heard the band a week or so ago and raved about them. So, let's meet up and give 'em a listen. Backstreets was smoke-free, dark, and intimate. Big plus: the usual 10-ounce limit at Foothills for their Seeing Double IPA was poured as a full pint at Backstreets. The big downer: they served their Pinot Noir cold. Ice cold. What gives?
At any event, we enjoyed ourselves with a late night out with friends listening to some "phunk". And another late, late night for the House of Gordon? 1:00am and we're still out? Are we revisiting our youth or something?