Not a lot happened on the weekend but I got some before and after stories. Thursday went down to see this band in south county called 2000lbs. of blues. Pretty cool, I didn't drink too much cuz I had a long drive home. Stopped by the huddle for a drink (yeah right). The bartender said this dude named whitey (oooh that's clever) was fucking with some of the regulars so as a favor I stuck around to make sure things were smooth.

Woke up on Friday still tore up so I had a couple bloody marys with skyy to get the evilness off before work (not a good habit to get into). Wanted to keep the buzz going so I went to Tiajuanas and got a brew at lunch (a dos equis amber which tasted like shit).

Went to the Huddle after work but the motherfucker was so crowded I had to leave. Went home and called vicious vern. Went to his house and got drunk. Saturday went to the Shore house to relive old memories. Had a couple bloody marys. Went to the birthday party of a sort of old friend's kid. Got a little tore up in the park had to hide my beer from the park ranger. Went to my sister's house for her b-day and got tore up, and that was it.

Wednesday had to go put some flyers up at Mother's for our gig. Met some cats from Puerto Vallarta. They bought us a pitcher so right on. Went to the Huddle and saw an old high school buddy who I didn't recognize. I don't know how he recognized me I look nothing like I did in high school. Decided to go to the Little knight. Big boobs was working, she might come to our show on saturday. Pretty sure I ran into an ex-girlfriend (not good). Fucking people. Welp, went into work still kinda tore up. Feel like hell but that's mostly due to being sick I think.