I saw a great little old-timey band last night, Hammer and Saw. They had great stage presence and kept the audience laughing all night. And even though they screwed up my joke (DROPPED his hammer and saw!) they did give me credit and that made me feel good. The girls next door circa 1910.
The only draw back was how packed Radio Bean was. If there had been a fire a ‘Great White’ style catastrophe might have ensued. And that ‘Great White Catastrophe’ would have been JB barreling out the door, scattering hippies’ beards and yuppies’ scarves hither and thither.
Saturday night I realized I’d rather stay (relatively) sober and give a friend a ride home that get shit wasted. Maybe I am an adult!