People,

Whoa.

What a weekend. After not having been on the rock horse for a few weeks, we had the honor of having two great shows in a row. Dag.

Highlights:

-Friday we played TT the Bear's with The So and So's. 'Nuff said.

-Post TT's show I met two lovely ladies named E and Joey. They were very nice and interested in the band and hell, their names rhyme. They weren't amused by my observation.

-I also met a really nice girl named Anne who says she reads the diary all the time and loves it. Whenever I hear this from people I feel conflicted. On one hand, I'm happy that they enjoy my writing but on the other I'm also concerned because they obviously ain't right in the head. Help is just a phone call away Anne....

-Saturday we rocked the Luna Lounge for the CMJ festival with our good friends Helicopter Helicopter and Orange Park. Dag.

-A friend of ours in NYC came up after the show and gave me a hug. When she realized how sweaty I was she recoiled in horrow and said "EWWWWWW, you're gross!" Um, thanks.

-Post show, the NYC Rock City Crew (Myself, Brendo Frendo, Marebear and Gazzellevin) all made our way to Katz's deli. While there, we compensated for the fact that none of us were having sex that night by drowning our sorrows in pastrami.

-In my ongoing quest to always act like I'm 5 years old, when Brendo Frendo and I settled down for the evening I stayed quiet for about 6 minutes and then made a very loud fart noise. We were in hysterics for literally an hour.

And that pretty much was the weekend that was. Of course I had to leave out the stories about snorting coke off the nubile bodies of $2000 a night hookers and negotiating horse prices with Columbian warlords in order to protect the innocent, but I'm sure you all understand.