I had one of those epic kind of weekends that was ridiculously kickass.
Friday afternoon as I'm wondering what I'm going to do, my old roommate texts me "Want to go to Mason City? got a gig!"
So Frank (my roommate), Andy (bass player) and Mike (drummer) and I (driver?) hit the road to make the 3 hour drive to Mason City. We've all been friends for a really long time and haven't gotten to hang out together for like 2 years, so it was pretty awesome even to just make the trip.
We get to the bar and get everything set up and this very douchy guy walks up to us and starts talking about how he knows a lot about music, and starts bragging about how he'd jammed with Lenny Kravitz, Meatloaf, and Poison.
I hate those kind of people. I'm sorry, if you start name dropping the second you start talking to me, I'm going to just turn my ears off and nod at you until you go away. For some reason this didn't seem to slow the guy down at all, and he went on to talk about how long his hair used to be and how many guitars he had and all this stuff.
All I could think was "Wow, so you're telling me that you used to be way cooler than you are now, huh?" So anyway, the show gets going and his extremely drunk fat ugly cougar girlfriend starts dancing like a stripper right in front of the band and starts to take her clothes off. Luckily she was tossed out before anyone had to see something that might require therapy later.
So the deal with this bar is that they can't pay bands very much, but they can supply us with a large quantity of alcohol while we're there. So we made ample use of that supply, and by the end of the night we were getting pretty wild. Mike and Andy have this tendency to get into fights (not serious ones) when they're drunk and end up wrestling and beating on each other for almost no reason. This time it was about what order to load stuff in the truck. While they were on the ground punching and kicking each other, I loaded the truck and we took off to the hotel, which was right next to both a Kum and Go station and a porn shop.
I don't remember much of what happened after that, because I couldn't really drink much because I was the designated driver and there was half a bottle of Jameson waiting for me when I got back, but needless to say, saturday was a rough one, starting off with the 3 hour drive home.
Great weekend though, it feels good to hang with those guys again, its been way too long. Sure, it was a shitty night of playing 3 piece rock to people who didn't really care, but its more the rocking out that matters than the crowd response. It felt just like home.
Friday afternoon as I'm wondering what I'm going to do, my old roommate texts me "Want to go to Mason City? got a gig!"
So Frank (my roommate), Andy (bass player) and Mike (drummer) and I (driver?) hit the road to make the 3 hour drive to Mason City. We've all been friends for a really long time and haven't gotten to hang out together for like 2 years, so it was pretty awesome even to just make the trip.
We get to the bar and get everything set up and this very douchy guy walks up to us and starts talking about how he knows a lot about music, and starts bragging about how he'd jammed with Lenny Kravitz, Meatloaf, and Poison.
I hate those kind of people. I'm sorry, if you start name dropping the second you start talking to me, I'm going to just turn my ears off and nod at you until you go away. For some reason this didn't seem to slow the guy down at all, and he went on to talk about how long his hair used to be and how many guitars he had and all this stuff.
All I could think was "Wow, so you're telling me that you used to be way cooler than you are now, huh?" So anyway, the show gets going and his extremely drunk fat ugly cougar girlfriend starts dancing like a stripper right in front of the band and starts to take her clothes off. Luckily she was tossed out before anyone had to see something that might require therapy later.
So the deal with this bar is that they can't pay bands very much, but they can supply us with a large quantity of alcohol while we're there. So we made ample use of that supply, and by the end of the night we were getting pretty wild. Mike and Andy have this tendency to get into fights (not serious ones) when they're drunk and end up wrestling and beating on each other for almost no reason. This time it was about what order to load stuff in the truck. While they were on the ground punching and kicking each other, I loaded the truck and we took off to the hotel, which was right next to both a Kum and Go station and a porn shop.
I don't remember much of what happened after that, because I couldn't really drink much because I was the designated driver and there was half a bottle of Jameson waiting for me when I got back, but needless to say, saturday was a rough one, starting off with the 3 hour drive home.
Great weekend though, it feels good to hang with those guys again, its been way too long. Sure, it was a shitty night of playing 3 piece rock to people who didn't really care, but its more the rocking out that matters than the crowd response. It felt just like home.