Because I played in a variety of bands, it wasn’t too hard to book a show in the Syracuse area so I booked one and I’m sure they didn’t expect what they got. When it was time for our band to take the stage, I got in a wheelbarrow and my Dad wheeled me through the audience and dumped me out in front of the stage. He had on a tuxedo and this great American flag bow tie.
When I got to my feet, my friend Jaime approached the stage in a Syracuse Chiefs uniform pretending to be an athlete and started making fun of me. We made a few jabs at each other and when our encounter was done, I took off my shirt and my pants and underneath I was wearing a dress.
After she pulled me off the stage, she dragged me through the audience and we left the club. That was the whole show. I don't have a pic of my mom from during the performance but I took this one below before we left for the show.
As I look back at these memories, I see that it was times like these when we would really bond. She had never taken an improv class in her life but always supported my ideas, made me feel comfortable and we used to have so much fun going back and forth, making it all up as we went along.