People,

This was a jam-packed weekend, so jam-packed I think I need to split it into two entries. Dag.

Saturday

The actual day of Saturday was pretty uneventful, but at 7:45 Brendo Frendo, Ladyfried Sarah and myself headed out for what would prove to be an interesting evening.

First things first, we were on our way to the post-reception rock and roll afterparty of our good friends Dave and Jess's wedding. Now, this rock party was in Bristol, RI, which is, how do you say?....a huge pain in the ass to get to. We got lost not once, not twice, but thrice. Dag.

Anyway, we finally arrived only to find out the bar was double booked and there was no place for us to play. What.....The......Fuck? And on top of that, the booker acted like we were absolute morons for apparently not carrying a full PA as well as a non-double booked stage to play on. Arg.

What followed was a great example of why Gordon is a great guy to be in a band with. I had to walk away from the argument between the band and booker because I have a very short fuse in confrontations. I get angry at any injustice or even perceived injustice and then I say a bunch of nasty things and storm away. I will never be an ambassador. But Gordon is a master diplomat. He eventually convinced the aforementioned booker not only to have a couple of employees hook up a PA from 1932 but also to go to a friends house to pick up microphones. Dag.

So, after a long wait, there was indeed a show. And it was good. The only near tragedy came when we exceeded our allotted amount of time and the "sound guy" got PISSED. I mean, really angry. He pointed at Gordon, stormed over and then screamed in his face. I was sure he was going to take a swing and that I would have to pull a Keith Richards and swat the dude in the head with the git-box. That would have been awesome.

Anywho, there was no fight, just some serious ill-will on both sides. Oh well. Finally, to cap the evening off and to take my mind off the crazy events that had just transpired, I had way too much to drink and forgot to pee before we left the club. Bad move. An hour and a half later, after another couple getting lost detours, I was literally in the most pain I've ever been in. It was as if God himself had a stranglehold on my genitals. Eventually, I made Brendo Frendo pull over on Storrow Drive and I peed on a building. In short, no one was happy with me. Dag.

Sunday was a lot different and I will hit you with all the details tomorrow....Dag.