My dad and I were on the fourth hole of the manor's golf course last night when I heard "With a Little Help From My Friends" off in the distance. Ringo Starr was there with the All Star Band and their show on the hotel's front lawn totally screwed up my putts. I blame "Dreamwaver" for the ball I lost in the brier on hole nine. Thanks for nothing, Gary Wright.

We stayed long enough to eavesdrop on part of the set from the rocking chairs on one of the hotel's porches. A drunk couple sitting nearby decided to slur their way through "Yellow Submarine" before staggering into the show when the guards working the gate weren't paying attention.

Labels: Booze, McMenamins, music