What up folks?

Well, now I've almost officially recovered from my party hangover, although it will be a while before I can truly recover from my love hangover due to last night's show....

We thanks everyone who trudged out in the nasty cold weather to see us bring the proverbial ruckus at the Middle East last night. You're all troopers. Some highlights:

-Someone in the crowd (or maybe in the band) was dropping BOMBS near the stage. Stinky bombs, if you catch my drift. I mean, it was so severe that a B-52 bomber flew overhead during the show and was like "Damn!"

-There were many new signs in the club rightly advocating increased vigilance in case of emergency. Anyway, in the men's bathroom some a@#hole (not in the band) singed the edges of one of these signs with a lighter. Classy. I wonder what the karma on that looks like.

-Upon returning home I found rock god Peter "12-Gauge" Galea picking a severely D-Con'ed mouse up off the floor. I was really grateful to him for this, that is until he started pretending that he was going to rub the mouse all over me. I don't like mice. That is an understatement.

Oh well, that's it I guess. Until next time....