Folks,

It was a late one last night in Worcester and it's another early one here in Cambridge. Arg.

Anywho, the show last night was really fun. We hadn't been on stage in over a month (which I think hasn't happened since I joined the band) and it felt good to get the old rock legs back. But I was tired, people. Really friggin tired and that came to severely bite me in the ass as the night progressed.

We played first, which in respect to the tiredness was a good thing. However, we were obligated to stay until closing, which in respect to the tiredness was bad. I ended up sitting at the bar gulping diet coke after diet coke and itching my bleary eyes. Rock.

Later Pete and I decided life would be better if we could split ourselves into two halves. One half would do the rocking, the other half would be able to go home and take a bath and sleep. Later the two halves would rejoin:

Dull Half: (checking watch) Where have you been? You look terrible.
Rock Half: Sorry dude, it was a rough night.
DH: Are you still drunk?
RH: Um...I think so....yeah, probably. yeah.
DH: Oh, well done. Very grown up.
RH: Dude, lay off. I got the Bud Mud and I need some sleep. Anywho, you ready to join up again?
DH: Um...I think I might give you a few hours.
RH: Oh, OK. Cool. You got any eggs?