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A frequent traveling bud (Yo, Paulie!) and I were on the road with GA&F, our annual winter trek with the band. One of the shows was at the House of Blues in Orlando, FL.
When we arrived Stacey greeted us. She said we were going to watch the show from an opera box. We'd been to HOBs with Gregg many times before, but watching the show from a box would be a special treat.
I was giddy with excitement but managed to follow her across the floor, up the stairs to the box without tripping or otherwise humiliating myself. Cool, calm and collected. That was me. For about a minute.
When we entered the room I walked to the rail, checked out the stage, turned around ... and saw Mama A sitting in a chair. Mama A! I'd never met her before!
A normal person might simply have walked over to her, introduced themselves and said a warm hello. But cool, calm and collected moi walked over ... dropped into a full, deep curtsy and said, "I'm Lana".
Argghhhh. My humiliation was instant and paralyzing. I didn't know how, or if, I was going to be able to recover.
Fortunately Mama A came to my rescue. "Of course you are, dear" she said patting my shoulder, motioning for me to take a seat next to her. Her gracious understanding and kindness prevented that House of Blues from turning into my personal House of Horrors.
Posted : July 13, 2026 6:49 pm