Fooled By April Plays in Worcester Part III: In which our asses are kicked by the rock

So...

After our set the band split up and went on two separate paths. Gordon, Jordan and Pete all went down hammerd road while I instead decided to pay $2.50 a pop (more than the beer!) to drink 12 ounce bottles of Poland Spring. Life is, of course, terrible. It's actually fine, because in my own warped way I feel like every time the rest of the band gets trashed and I don't it wipes the slate of my prior indiscretions a little cleaner.

Anywho, once we were suitably watered and liquored up, it was time to catch some rock. Rebecca Nurse kicked the proverbial ass like an angry donkey kicking himself. They unabashedly quoted metal songs and riffs and have a song called "Freako in the Supermarket" whose chorus is "Maybe all he wanted [in the supermarket] was a little sympathy, god damn it!" It rocked.

Next up was Baby Strange, our friends from back in the day. Well, since the last time we played with them they have gotten a lot better. Not that they were bad to begin with, but now they bring the ruckus like a roomful of two year olds fighting over a popsicle.

Now, you faithful readers are probably wondering why I've wasted so much time and energy on this one seemingly unremarkable gig. Don't worry, the story gets really good very soon, and by good I mean humiliating.

Stay tuned.