The Dory, Shelter Island's playground for the elite.
Jack, the Dory's owner and unofficial mayor of Shelter Island.
Milen (co-owner and manager) and friend.
here's how it looked just before the music started...
Ecstatic soul gyrations as the Rhythm Kings rocked Saturday into Sunday morning.
...and more dancing!
The Kings take a break between sets. Philip catches some air.
Fueled by cases of Arizona Iced Tea, Douglas embraces it all.
Douglas and Hadj, looking very relaxed in front of the Dory.
Chris Hadjopoulos hob-nobs with one of the locals.
Philip and his very best friend...uh, what's his name again?
Fans and friends hangin' out front.
Catching a peek from the bar.
And then it's back to dancing...
...and still more dancing.
Hmmmm. Are we having fun yet?
Moving into a higher dimension of oneness with the groove.
The joyometer is slamming into the red.
The grooveometer registers a funkability factor of ten.
Guess who also plays guitar here...
Could it be the appreciative audience member with the striped shirt?
Brian looks only slightly dazed as the clock rolls well into Sunday morning.
If Saturday night's all right for fighting, then Sunday morning is made for fake fisticuffs.
There remains yet one more groove to be savored before last call.
Milen pronounced us "the best band I've EVER had at the Dory! WE want you back again and again!"
Even after we were done playing, the crowd remained,
The view of the Dory from the park across the street.
New fans bid a fond farewell as the Rhythm Kings ride into the sunrise.
Brian and Hodj, none the worse for wear, riding the ferry from Shelter Island to Greenport. This would be about 5:45 am...?
The view from the ferry crossing the Peconic Bay. Can't wait for a fried egg sandwich, coffe, and the hour-plus drive home!