"Yeah! The Kicked out of the Bar Church Band ... Band," I add.
Through no one else laughs, Sean and I crack up.
Sarah, the girls and I strolled to Sean and his beautiful wife Wen's house on Friday night for hot dogs before watching fireworks explode over the ocean.
It's a great party with an extremely diverse gathering which is typical of Sean and Wen who took the island by storm several years ago and never gave it back!
Sometimes it seems like Sean and Wen are omnipresent.
"THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!"
Wen photographing weddings, Magazine covers and incredible ocean views ... Sean videotaping, fixing cars or playing wicked mandolin in his band In for a Penny (imagine a drunk Irish Jimi Hendrix on Speed ... it sounds like that!)
They fell into our lives one day on the sidewalk in front of Fannies-On-the-Beach when they relocated to Tybee because ... they were sick of where they were ... said "Screw It!" ... sold everything they own ... packed their five kids and became Beach Bums.
Now I consider myself a great Beach Bum but Sean and Wen are kicking my salty ass.
Anyway, for the first time in years, Sean and I sing into the same microphone while the other members of the "Kicked Out of Bar Church Band ... Band" play along.
We're not together that often anymore because ... I have no idea why ... we're just not ... but we love each other fiercely and would drop everything to do anything for one another.
And yesterday at Bar Church, Sean and I stepped back a couple of years, smiling and singing, praising God in our Beach Bum ways, like we used to back then ... before we were kicked out of the band.
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Okay I know it's not a picture of Sean and me singing. Nobody took one yesterday. Sarah didn't come. Wen didn't either. BUT ... this is a picture of part of the original "Kicked Out of the Bar Church Band."
