Going 'Out' Out

Get me, a full-time mum going 'out' out! Let's face it, once our little cherubs arrive, the days and particularly the nights out, become less and less frequent; in part because all our friends are also parents and finding a babysitter is like trying to find a needle in a haystack, and partly (or should that be largely) because we're too darned knackered to go out after a day looking after the kids. However, my girls are not so little anymore, and they spend every other weekend with their dad, so when the opportunity to go 'out' out arose, I grabbed it with both hands.
Now, I am a little out of practise when it comes to getting ready to go out, so I confess that I was having a mild panic come 6.15pm, when I hadn't yet started drying my hair, let alone put make-up on or got dressed and had visions of attempting to put my face on in the car (which would have been very bad). By some miracle though, I was ready at 7pm to be collected and off we headed to the coast, or more specifically, The Mariners Bar in Ramsgate.

I realise that by today's standards going out so early on a Saturday night does make me sound like a) a total lightweight or b) a complete lush, but there is a genuine reason why we had to leave so early, even though I am indeed, a complete lightweight. What possible excuse do you need to go out so early on a Saturday night? Well when your man is in a band, you better be getting to the venue early enough to set up and believe me there's some setting up to do.

Don't ask me how long it took them to get to this point, but suffice to say us band WAGS were already half way through our first G&T (OK, it was just the two of us, but I cannot possibly be referred to as a groupie, I'm 46, and WAG is ever so slightly more classy, not much I grant you, but a teeny bit). May I also add, before we go any further, that I only had three drinks and one of those was an orange juice, because I just cannot drink anymore, and more importantly, I did not want to get confused with any of the many groups of cougars. Oh my bloody goodness, I was scared of these women and I am an older woman! I would have been absoflippinglutely petrified if I was one of the boys (particularly poor Keith, whom they seem to love), but they're all big enough to look after themselves (well under normal circumstances, I'll be honest, I'm not sure any man would survive an attack of crazy drunk cougars, just saying). Anyway, I have probably digressed somewhat, which let's be honest, is pretty much what I do every single post, so I apologise. So the boys are all set up and ready and raring to go and the bar is slowly beginning to fill.

It was a wee bit of a wait, down to the venue, not the boys, they would have started straight away, but it was all worthwhile, because once they started playing, the bar began to fill much more quickly and by the end of the night loads of people were up dancing and they had people coming up making requests. Now it's worth pointing out, that during the second set, the boys like to try and get a little bit of audience participation going, which involves my lovely Darren, a shaker and an attractive young lady. I have it on good authority this works really well, I mean who doesn't want to get their hands on a shaker at a gig? However, this time, the rather pretty young lady, was genuinely petrified and refused (I'm not sure if it was the shaker, Darren or the fear of failure which scared her more), she legged it outside with her beer and the poor shaker got passed around a group of cougars, who suddenly were not so brave, before it ended up on table (looking a little sorry for itself) and I'm getting the nod from Kieran, to grab it and well, shake it like a loon, which I did, because I like a shaker, make of that what you will, but it was a whole lot of fun!

Now, I realise I am possibly just a tad biased, but these boys are absolutely awesome. All three are really very talented musicians, who just love to play and their passion for what they do really comes through in their music, and their performance. As I said, I am biased, but the young lad who was trying to pull us WAG's wasn't, and was just loving every song and the boys. Nor were the people outside who came and purposely spoke to the boys to tell them how good they were and how much they were enjoying the evening. In short a bloody good evening was had by all, apart from the 'not shaker girl' although she did come back in eventually and was having a little dance, so I don't think she was scarred for life.

So if you fancy a night out with some live music, you really need to see these boys. You can find out more about them from who they are (hence I have broken my own golden rule and have used names in this post), gig dates and even sample set lists by visiting their very own website TRB Rocks, and if you like what you see, you can follow them on Facebook and Instagram too.

Oh and my night 'out' out? Well apart from being bloody brilliant, I didn't get home until 1.20am and as all us mum's know, that is a night out 😉.