Rockers,

Last night was the big premiere of Brendo Frendo's long awaited documentary about us. And people, it was a hit all around. Through his insane publicity efforts and general charm, BF managed to fill the whole theater. And apart from a couple small technical snafus and repeated calls from the audience for "more Joe nudity! more Jordan nudity! less Pete nudity!," it all went perfectly.

I gotta say, it's pretty weird seeing yourself on a big screen talking about the most intimate details of your life while a bunch of people sit next to you eating Jujubes. Of course, I anticipated this and ducked into a bar just before the screening for a couple bolts of courage. This had the desired effect of making it a lot easier to take when had to see my twenty foot high self humping Jordan in a vinyl tiger suit. Ah well.

After the movie, we had a Q&A with the crowd which was cool, but also a little weird. It's strange to live a chunk of your life, then watch a chunk of your life on screen and then talk about watching a chunk of your life on screen. It's like deja vu all over again and again.....and again.

The night continued at a corner bar next to the theater. Unbeknownst to us, it was ladies night and it was, literally, a sausage factory in there. I haven't seen that many backwards baseball caps in a long time. Sorry fellas, it's just not a good look. Anywho, we carved ourselves out a little sector of the bar and had a sweeeeeeet afterparty. It was great to see Brendo Frendo, someone I have known for twenty-odd years, have a huge successful night that was all about him and his talents. I felt like a proud, drunk papa.

Finally, despite the fact that the bar was so full that, as Mike from Scamper put it, "all these college girls have to rub their boobs on my arm as they walk by!," it was time to head home. I had an M&M ice cream bar, took two tylenol and packed it in. It was a wacky night.

Until next time, I'll see you......at the movies!!!!!