I'm thinking Amelia Island. Matt Smith being the music Maestro of Madness. A late night of OFC'ers doing a circle jam in Joe's meeting house behind the Mermaid fountain at the Florida House. Me and Al riffing off on the side while the main group all play the staples in the cowboy chords. Mr. Big plays "I Saw Her Standing There" - albeit through the perspective of a stalker/predator. Most of the OFC call it a night, the usual suspects play on. Sometime past midnight, the Moodster shows up escorting a tousled blond just about three sheets gone that he had picked up in the bar. But then she pulls out a battered Epiphone and starts blowing people out with old bawdy jazz standards. Another guy walks in off the street, wife in tow, and pulls out a rare Guild acoustic bass. Said he heard from his daughter that there was some real cool dudes from out of town he ought to come sit in with. After a few hours and a few bottles and more than a few memorable jams that will live in perpetuity, the tradition of descending upon the local all-night eatery was upheld. Multiple tables resulted in multiple checks. As the jazzy blond decided to drive one pseudo-Scotsman back to the site of the Frisky Mermaid and they exited the parking lot, there was a miscommunication as to whether to check was properly paid, prompting Florida's own Barney Fife, who had been eating waffles and making googley eyes at the waitress, to sprint to his cruiser parked out front, go full lights and siren, and burn out of the parking in pursuit. At which point the remaining suspects threw enough cash on the table to cover everything owed, topped off with a healthy cash gratuity for the misunderstanding, and pile into a minivan to race off to try and outrun the upcoming carnage. And thus the Escape From Huddle House entered the annals of Hiaasenesqe Florida history and the legend was born.