People,

So last night was the sexy rock show at my old alma mater and it was....well, it was actually pretty frigging fun. I was certain I was going to feel really weird standing up there on the stage where I played my first humiliating show but it turned out OK.

Highlights:

- Both opening bands were really good and reminded me of myself at that age, except much better. Bastards.

- The guitar player in one opening band's name was Mothball. For real, his parents even call him Mothball. And it's a name that fits.

- A HORDE of teenage girls all fell in love with Jordan. They all sat up front and screamed "Yay, drummer!" over and over and over and over and over and over and over. C'mon girls, he's not a piece of meat. There were precious few (i.e. not a one) screams of "Yay, socially awkward guitar player!"

- The Rockland Party Posse showed up. And there ain't no posse like the Rockland Party Posse, 'cuz the Rockland Party Posse got hype.

Lowlights:

- When we were just about to start our hour long set I realized I really had to pee. Of course when I realized just how badly I had to pee the curtain was already opening. Damn.

- We sort of forgot that since we were our own sound guys we wouldn't be able to adjust the sound during the show. And we desperately desperately needed to. Oh well.

- I realized that I still hold a grudge against a teacher who accused me of cheating in the 9th grade. I'm a grown up.

- The band is replacing me with Mothball.

Oh well. Tonight we're in Portland, Maine and tomorrow in D.C. I plan on sleeping sometime in 2005....