I Partied with a rockstar. Well kinda...→[More:]

Our first evening in Vegas and we're hanging out at one of the bars in the Flamingo drinking beer and playing video poker. I happen to be wearing my Frank Zappa tee. All of a sudden, this big, burly biker type guy sidles up to me and says in a southern drawl "Is that a Frank Zappa shirt, dude?" "Fuckin' A!" I said and we got to talking. The guy, who introduced himself as 'Gary,' was as big a fan as me. Halfway throw the talk, he said 'My band's in town..' and I said "What's your bands name?" expecting to hear "Dickie Doo-doo and the doo-doo heads" and he says " .38 Special, you know us?"
"HELL YES!" I answered "I grew up with you guys' stuff." He was Gary Moffatt, one of the band's two drummers (the other passed away, in the linked videos, Gary's the blonde one)

We spent a few hours drinking beers and telling stories (when the PA played 'Sweet Home Alabama," he poured some of the beer I'd bought him out on the casino patio. For the uninitiated, Donnie van Zant of .38 Special is the brother of the late Ronnie Van Zant.) Anyway, Gary really knew how to tell a story and to listen to one, too. After two hours, his jetlag (he'd flown in from Amsterdam) and ours started to set in, so we both decided to turn in. Partyimg with a rock star isn't what it used to be, but it's still pretty damned cool.