People,

Sorry about not posting yesterday, but my ass was laid out due to a nasty cold.

Anyway, the band (with the exception of myself) had a great time in NYC. We played well, sold some records, shook the hands, kissed the babies etc. All in all, a success.

Now, if everyone had a good time except for me, then that probably means I had a bad time, right? Right.

Here's my sad tale. I left work with the fellas at 2 on Friday without having eaten lunch. I'm hypoglycemic, so missing meals and/or not keeping my blood sugar at a consistent level really screws me up. My point? I should have eaten lunch.

Anyway, once we had put in about an hour on the Mass Pike we stopped for some food. Here's where I made my second mistake. I decided that since I wasn't hungry I didn't need to eat a real meal and I'd just get a snack. Bad idea. So while everyone else got nice hearty sandwiches I got a nestle Tollhouse Ice Cream Cookie Calorie and Fat Explosion bar. Bad Idea.

I wolfed down my treat and was thoroughly satisfied. Those things are gooood. However, in the 20 minutes after I ate this thing my blood sugar raced from basically nothing to the next closest thing to infinity. Now, people, when this happens I get flushed, panicky, sweaty and always end up with a bad case of the squirts. Dag.

Let me testify for a moment if I may folks. The Massachusetts Turnpike, as well as Interstate Highways I-84, I-91 and I-95 are no place to get the revenge of Montezuma. Especially in Friday afternoon rush hour traffic.

I'll spare you the details, but let's just say that there are more than a few establishments, including a golf course clubhouse, that will not be inviting me back.

Nasty.