Morning, people.

Last night was the first night of our June residency and many many thanks to everyone who came out. Hell, thanks to everyone who didn't make it out but is taking the time to read this anyway. We appreciate that as well. So essentially, two thanks to everyone who came out last night and is now reading this and one thanks (albeit still a heartfelt one) to everyone who's just reading.

OK, I'm glad that's out of the way. Now, for everyone who didn't make it last night let me assure you that the show was Rocktacular (and that definitely is with a capital "R"). Both Huck and the So and So's were like giant rocktopuses patrolling the rock and roll ocean and had me floating on salt water, or maybe that was beer. Which brings me to my next point - I drank way too much, as I am sometimes wont to do, and have a H-A-N-G-O-V-E-R. Damn.

I had so much to drink last night that when I got home I had that drunky feeling where you desperately need to eat something, anything. And like many such nights I found I had no food to eat. Damn. I had to settle for a hearts of romaine and mustard sandwich on wonder bread, which I'm sure grossed everyone out but also which, at the time, was simply a little slice of heaven here on earth. I may go have another right now, but first I should drink like 200 beers. Ugh...