Red Boots! Red Boots!

 
So apparently if you wear red boots out in Holland or Belgium, that is what they call “f@%k me” boots.  Jenna wore red boots to the jail.  Yeah, now that is just something.  So we played a jail.  They wouldn’t let us take pics in the jail, but we did get some pics of the walls and razor wire and with a guard.  After going through the security of guards and the warden, we got up on stage and played a show for the inmates.  They were actually really into it; i guess we were just like sweet lady freedom.  Then last night we ventured back into Holland and played Cafe’ Tielemans. This was a little honkey tonk kinda place and before the show, they fed us…horse.  That’s right, Jason, Tanis and I ate horse.  It tasted like pot roast.  The locals were very energetic, and we had a hoot of a time playing for them.  It actually reminded us of a Stag night. Everyone drank the same kind of beer and ignored the smoking laws.  The owners kept beers in our hands and we kept the rock in their ears.  A good trade. Tanis is keeping a beer on her eye to help it not be gross, well not as gross i guess.  Its pretty gross.  We call that beer the Eye-niken, because it’s a Heineken.  Get it?  

Here we are with the gate guard in Mechelen

Cafe Tielemans

Mmmm... tastes like... My Little Pony

The Eye-neken (actually, this is a stand in for the regular eye-nekin)

Sans Eye-nekin