"I don't actually have a pen"

Warren Teagarden played to nobody last nite (again) at the fabulous Stork Club in Oakland. We hit tha stage around 11 and played too fast and since no one showed up ah decided ahd reacquaint myself w. an old friend - $2 PBRs. We gawt pretty chummy by tha end of tha nite....

Durin one of tha otha acts, ah went to tha bar n briefly chatted up this girl whod ordered a jagerbomb - mostly out of boredom and it was a little away from tha musick. She was nice, but thar wasn't any chemistry er attraction - at least on my end. She was pretty touchy pretty quickly, fairly drunk, n w/ a friend who was kinda anti-social. They also stated they were on thar way out soon, nae mattah my band was up ta rawk in about 15 mins. As they were leavin she hugged me, n told me ah should call her, remindin herself ah didn't have her numbah mid-sentance. She told me ah could have it if ah wanted, so ah sorta shrugged noncommittally n put my hands in my pocket. Now, if she'd asked me fer mine, ah would've definitely given it ta her, but ah didn't feel like gaein through tha motions of takin her numbah while her friend waited fer her outside b/c ah knew ah wouldn't call her so. So instead ah told her "Ah don't actually have a pen." Ahm just smooth like that.

As much fun as ah had w. my old buddy tho, he's left me w. a bit of a headache this mornin, just like tha jerk he is.

N don't stop crossin yer fingahs until ah update tonite please!!

Irish People

So as you may er may nawt know, many of tha people affiliated w. think13 are Irish. Our singer n rhythm guitarist are siblings, they live w. thar cousin, thar otha brutha is around and does rigging stuff for the group, and they have countless other affiliates who hail from tha land of Ire. This is all well n good, nawt only dae ah have nae beef w. tha irish, aah generall enjoy thar sense of humor, good-natured-ness, n high tolerance fer alcohol.

Howevah, ahm startin ta think they might be a bad influence on me.

Now granted, AH was tha one who brought tha jagermeister to tha solstice party. Howevah, it wasn't my idea ta crack tha bottle open w. three large swigs. Ah also hafta admit that thar was some particularly strong egg nog at that party that was nawt provided by anyone w. irish blood in them. Ah was given crashing space nearby that evenin, n ah remembah distinctly stepping forward to look at somethang on a table n grabbin tha table fer support. AH told myself it was time fer bed then.

So last week we're havin a meetin n a mention is made of me wrestling. Ah don't remembah wrestling anyone. But it does sound like somethang ahd dae. So ah confirm last evenin at a birthday party "Did ah wrestle someone?" n am told "Aye, you wrestled me brutha n made a mess of tha wall. Yer part o tha family now!" N indeed, thar are black scuff marks all up tha hallway wall. Ah apologize n hear "Dont worry, it was grand!" Tha thangs ahll dae ta make a good first impression apparently.

Last evenin was a prime example of how livin so far away might be a pain in my ass, but sometimes could be fer my own good. Granted, ah had to leave a birthday party at just after 11 in ordah ta git home on tha subway, n just as some dj tables were coming out, but b/c we'd had an informal band practice before tha party, ah was half-drunk before it even started. N while tha irish are a wonderful people, they don't seem ta respond well ta a party-attendee w.o a drink in his hand.

Now ahm off ta git my bike tuned up, hurray!