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Briefly home from The Road, but returning to it in a couple hours.

Pennsic was fucking crazy, had such a blast. 11,000 people camping out for 2 weeks. So bummed I had to leave early, people were really digging the band and we had turned into mini-celebrities out there (which is really hilarious to me, considering who one of the members of the band is, and practically no one caught onto that). Got a chance to meet and play with some fantastic musicians, met a lot of other cool people, got tan, lost weight, woo woo! My God, do I ever need to be playing music more often instead of this 3-4 times a year bullshit. It's in my blooooooooood!

The last night I was there (had to leave a few days early to make a wedding I'm in in Iowa), I'm at a big party standing there playing my davul when this beautiful, tall, buxom blonde swedish girl comes up behind me and puts her arms around me and starts rubbing my chest (I had no shirt on) and kissing my neck, nibbling at my ears, all that sort of thing, while I was playing. Within a couple minutes of this starting, I'm leaned way backwards still playing my drum and she's bent over me kissing me. Pretty hot, frankly. But this story ends like all my other ones: at the end of the night (around 7am) as we're walking back to her camp, she stops me, kisses me again, says "Sometimes it sucks to be married," turns around and walks off.

Anyways, I'm now going to unload my car, pack some fresh clothes, and head off to Des Moines for my roommate's wedding.