OK. Did we get a chance to sleep between last nights show and the drive to Houston? Damn sure doesn't feel like it. Out of bed and back in the van. I made the mistake of a large espresso on limited sleep which caused me to be extremely irritable and shaky. I almost destroyed everything that crossed my path between Austin and Houston. It's beautiful outside but I'm stuck in the van so again no chance for some fresh air. Our hotel tonight is some twenty miles away of where were playing so we might drive back tonight. Hell, I miss my own bed and long for a meal not wrapped in a piece of paper. I was happy to see the country club we played showed us some love and gave us a hot meal... Chicken Cordon Bleu with veggie sticks and fine mashed taters. Afterwards we entertained ourselves watching
COPS trying to predict which person would be the first to get the tazer. Will it be a brother? A Mexican dude? Oh wow! A white dude in a trailer park! What a shocker. In typical fashion we would not be starting on time due to the fashionably late guests, except for the fashionable, the guys were decked out in Texas Formal, but the ladies looked delectible! So as we first started I began to wonder if this thing was gonna bounce. After the first set it quickly turned into a frat party including drunk girls dancing barefoot without a clue that they were next to broken glass on the dance floor and people six inches away singing in my face,
so close that I can smell what they're drinking. Feels like home to me. Junior nearly lost his cool when someone spilled a glass of water into the air while doing something mindless and both he and his bass were pelted with water and ice. I watched him nearly loose his composure for a moment. After a few quick words of encouragement he managed to get back in the game and continue grooving. The midnight hour came quickly so this show is finished. We're so far north and it's still early by our standards most of us went back to Austin leaving those fine rooms empty tonight. That's alright with me, because I stole all of the cool swag from the bathroom. Yeah, I'm rich but my daddy taught me the joy of a good sack drag.
Hide your jewels!
Magz
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so close that I can smell what they're drinking. Feels like home to me. Junior nearly lost his cool when someone spilled a glass of water into the air while doing something mindless and both he and his bass were pelted with water and ice. I watched him nearly loose his composure for a moment. After a few quick words of encouragement he managed to get back in the game and continue grooving. The midnight hour came quickly so this show is finished. We're so far north and it's still early by our standards most of us went back to Austin leaving those fine rooms empty tonight. That's alright with me, because I stole all of the cool swag from the bathroom. Yeah, I'm rich but my daddy taught me the joy of a good sack drag. Hide your jewels!
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