Since we’d been there that long, Tig and I decided to stay on. Vanilla Fudge finally took to the stage at 2:00 a.m. It was a strange Fudge, too. Instead of the four piece lineup (we knew that the drummer and bass player had already left to form Cactus), five guys, one a singer, made up the group. The band launched right into a long piece. I was tired but loving it, while at the same time worried about what would happen to our asses when we got home. We left while Vanilla Fudge played its third song, a cover of the Spencer Davis Group’s I’m a Man. The time was around 2:30 a.m.
On the way back home Tig remarked that he had never been awake that late at night before. What was worse was that we got turned around and drove by several landmarks several times each before getting back on track. When we finally reached my parents’ house, everybody was, predictably, still awake. By then it was getting toward 6 a.m., and my mom said Tig’s parents were insanely worried. Mom called them and prepped them with the story that we told her, that Tig and I had become lost (we let on that we had been lost for nearly six hours instead of a shade over three. Everyone was so relieved to have us back that there was no talk about grounding or any punishment, and as far as they were concerned we were still trustworthy and in good standing.
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