So, as I said, an interesting thing happened at the finale show.
The finale show is when all the bands get together and sustain an hours-long free association jam during which they string together all the old-school songs from decades past. They segue from "Convoy" (Tyler knows all the words) to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" without taking a breath. Only, no one but Steven knew the words to "Suzanne."
I think this is Boothby Graffoe, fearlessly crowd surfing:
There was an assortment of casual / concert / costume attire.
(That's Alan from GBS, just for you Becs.)
At any rate, Steven, after a week of wearing suits (Photo by WeedMage) ...
...went in costume as his alter-ego, Bartles. I think Bartle's main function is to show off Steven's fine legs.
So I was admiring Steven's phenomenal memory for lyrics and his very small pink shorts. Small, satiny, slinky pink shorts.
"Gary?" I asked, "Look at Steven's shorts. Am I crazy? Does he have -"
"So I'm not imagining it? That's his - "
"Yes! Well, there's a brisk wind, and dancing girls."
"Of course. It's a natural part of being a boy. It's healthy. Can I have the camera?"
Yeah, it's censored. You don't get to see it. What came out on the camera didn't have quite the detail that was burned into my mind. It needs a little contrast and emphasis on the mid-tones in Photoshop. But you still don't get to see it. Because I don't want to be tossed off of Typepad.
So, I think I can start calling Steven "Steve." Now that his erect penis has curved in my general direction and all.
Anyway, soon after he started dancing facing away from the crowd, then he stripped off his jacket and showed off some underwear that didn't have the shine I needed for contrast.
All the noise and joy was supposed to have lasted until sunup, but at 4:30 am we landed in Miami and Miami had the nerve to shut us down.
Who wouldn't want a noisy cruise ship playing under their window at 4:30 am?