People,

OK, I'm back. We've been having some trouble getting all our internet eggs in one proverbial electronic basket, but things seem to be under control now.

Anyway, when we last left off I was about to step on a ferry boat for fourteen hours of sun and classic rock.

Some highlights of the trip:

-The day was hot. Really hot. And since I'm almost strictly nocturnal, standing on a ship's deck in the blazing sun all day is not my number one goal in life. Luckily, one of my bandmates had a bottle of 50 sunblock. That's right, 50. And I could have used about 30 more. Maintaining this alabaster complexion is not easy, you see.

-On the boat ride over we set up the band equipment and practiced. When we were rocking there was a very attractive young lady sunning herself on the deck. I'll admit I showed off a little, played a little flashier than necessary, struck a few poses etc. Anyway, when we were done I gave her a smile and in return got a look that unmistakably said "Um, yuck. You're really old, perv." Yup, I still got it.

-Once we got to Provincetown we got a free lunch. I ate three bowls of clam chowder that had been out in the sun for god knows how long. Good choice or bad choice?

-Um, bad choice of course. Four songs into the set on the cruise home I felt a twinge. Now, understand that we were playing on the very top deck of the boat and that the top deck is the part of the boat that sways the most in the lurching, churning, heaving ocean. As you could probably have predicted by now, I needed to head below deck and violently unburden myself of my bellyful of clams and taters. Nasty.

-When we got back to Boston Harbor we were greeted by a Boston Fire Dept. Tugboat shooting water high into the sky. The sun was going down on the horizon, I was playing my nineteen minute solo on Sympathy for the Devil, hundreds of people stood on the dock to greet us and the hot girl who thought I was old and decrepit was nowhere to be seen. It was a good end to a weird day.