Lauren has told you about Ukulele Night before, but I don’t think you’ve heard the real story yet. First of all, I have to tell you, that except for the ukulele bit, it’s a hella good time, and the people are really neat. It’s unfortunate that they’ve all contracted ukuleles.
We get together in Omaha at 5:00pm for dinner. The food’s always top notch, and it’s always the same three people working at the Bistro. They know to stock up on the beer we like, and that turns out to be a key part of enjoying ukulele night: Make sure you stock up on beer.
We had another person from Seward come this time. His name is Jack Clark, and I was disappointed to find out that he was not a former 1st baseman for the Cardinals. It turns out he builds ukuleles, and so we made him sit on the side of the table with the other instrument builders. It turns out that they can have “interesting” conversations about glue.
Then we go upstairs and play some songs. I only know 4 chords, so when any other chords come-up I just sing louder. My main purpose in the group (in as much as this can be considered a purpose) is to comfort new people who join us, “You’re already better than Lloyd, and he’s been playing for two years.”
After we play, Mark usually teaches a little lesson on how to play better or music theory or something that I pretend to listen to. Then the people who can really play play what they’ve been practicing, and that’s fun to listen to, but they don’t even ask me anymore.