Husband and I went out for dinner on friday night and enjoyed a lovely indian meal in Forster by the lake. I had my back to the group that had come in before us but noted one girl and a bunch of young men. They were polite and quiet, the only irritation being the constant pinging of text messages coming through. Odd. For Forster.
Of course I only had eyes for my husband - and he wouldn't know an Indi pop rocker if he fell over one so didn't recognise anyone either, but he did note of the group as they left the restaurant "Do you think they are European?" They were all beards, quoiffed hair, one was bald with Buddy Holly glasses, and one a moustache.
You don't see many moustaches these days.
We left a minute later and as we strolled toward Gloria Jeans we bumped into this odd mix of young folk again. Then it hit me... moustache, daggy eighties jumper (which my eldest thinks is so hip right now)... so I said to Buddy Holly - "Hey! You're Boy and Bear!"
After we explained how our eldest was filthy on us cause she couldn't come to see Boy and Bear with us they all signed a serviette for her. Cute huh? I was the coolest mum on facebook that night! ;)
Anyway, Dave, Jake, and the boys all politely shook hands, introduced themselves, looked us in the eye (Dave's are blue and I got that cheeky grin personally addressed to me. Just sayin.) and then ate their icecreams. Yes, icecreams. That's what young, smartly dressed Indi bands do you know. Right before their gig they head out for a sugar hit at the icecreamery!
There's some proud mums out there I think.
Needless to say they were awesome on stage. We loved them and hope to see them again sometime. We will probably have to sneak Molly in though... If we think our lives are worth livin.
Incidentally, the girl and the rest of the gang in the restaurant were one of the support bands - Tin Sparrow, and Jungle Giants. Not bad. You heard it here first.
Now. Sunshine, westerly wind, smooth water. Lets go surfing girls.
SM
