OK folks,

Business first: thanks you to everyone who came to the show at the Middle East on Friday. It was a HUGE success and Fooled By April raised over $200 for the Station Family Fund, which I know will be greatly appreciated.

Now on to the stuff you came for....

Saturday night we packed up the rockmobile and headed to New Bedford to make some noise at the New Wave Café. After we sounchecked we made a trip to a restarsaunt we had never been to before....oh, what was it called?.....McDonald's? Something like that. Maybe someone from around there can correct me if I'm wrong.

Anyway, as we were eating we got a very nasty lesson in a urinary tract infection that poor Pete's peter has been suffering from lately. Now, urinary tract infections are kind of like urges to have sex with your friend's sisters - everyone gets them, but they're probably best left untalked about.

So after a few minutes on the topic, we had to stop Pete because it was grossing us out. Make no mistake, we brought it on ourselves by asking, but we shouldn't have.

After we decided to move on, and while everyone was collecting themselves, Pete bit into his cherry pie and something crunched. Crunched isn't even the right word, it was mor like a clap of nasty thunder erupted from him mouth. He spit the crunchy bite out and, I kid you not, it was a bone. How disgusting is that? In Fooled By April lore, the bone is now mentioned as being hairy and having fingers, which I don't think it did, but it still was a fucking bone in a cherry pie. I though I was going to pass out.

Anyway, if you're listening McDonald's, we all want a year of free (and bone-free) food for our trauma. Dag.

P.S. Since I'm not content with being completely mediocre in FXA, I will be playing a free solo gig tomorrow night at the Lizard Lounge at 7:30 or so. I'm nervous as hell, so bring Valium.