People,
As Ladywife Sarah and I prepared for our great journey westward we realized that my precious motorcycle was going to have to be left behind. The Beast just was not going to fit in our truck and buying a trailer was an expense we couldn't afford.
Of course, as those of you who read this regularly know, I can't be without the Beast for long as it is my sanity machine. And so, I hoofed it back to Boston the weekend after we moved to pick my baby up.
As it happened, my return coincided nicely with an opportunity to play some covers and make some money with the Captain Miles Band. Here's how it was sold to me...
Dave: Joe, we have a gig on the 7th. You in?
Me: Sure, I guess. I'm always up to make a little money and have your children heckle and punch me. What's the show?
Dave: We playing on a boat for the riders of the Pan Mass Challenge.
Me: Cool, sounds good.
Now, here is why it pays to ask some questions. This is a conversation I had three weeks later, two days before the show...
Me: What time do I have to be there?
Dave: Seven-ish
Me: Cool. I'll take a nice ride and watch the Red Sox, then I'll meet you there.
Dave: Um..... seven AM.
Me: %@$#^@&*#(@&@(!*^&@*&%(*&%@(*#%!&^$*!^%@#^@!*_(&#_^#^%)&!*^%@#(^&!@*%#^)*(_
So it worked out that although I flew home to get my bike and spend a day and a half with friends, I ended up spending about 13 hot seconds with friends before spending 14 hours on a nasty ferry boat. Damn
Tomorrow I'll cover why Dramamine is a good thing and why clam chowder which has been sitting in the sun for hours is probably not.
