Wednesday, July 28, 2004 :::

Last night was a blast.

Frank, Juan, Will, Brian, Mandy, Melody, Chris and I went down to Pat O'Brien's at Citywalk to hang out, shoot the shit, and of course, drink. 

And drink we did. 

I don't even know how much money Frank wound up spending on alcohol, but I do know that Hurricanes are worth the dough - especially on 2-for-1 Tuesday nights.  I hadn't finished half of my first one before I started feeling tipsy.  Apparently, the mighty Hurricane consists of 4 shots of 151 and some special hurricane mix that is unknown to me...but Will told me that they sell the mix in stores, so rock on.

Pat O'Brien's is a pretty rad place, featuring two piano players and lots of people dressed in green.  Frank meant to make a joke by requesting Led Zeppelin, and to our amazement, they actually played "Stairway to Heaven!"  They tore that shit up, too...

SO.  By the end of the night, I had consumed two Hurricanes, a shot of JD (it had been a double, but I pussed out and Melody took the rest), and a fairly large cup of Bud Light from Hard Rock.  Doesn't sound like much, but trust me, those Hurricanes are deadly.  I'm still not sober.  No shit.  Best worst part about the night was that I had to face my mom when I got home.  I'm pretty sure she could tell that I was gone, but I think I faked semi-sobriety fairly well.  No slurring, cohesive sentences - she did make me walk a straight line, though, and although I managed it, it was the most difficult, confusing walk of my life.

I'm pretty sure that I had some whacked-out dreams, but I don't remember any of them.

In conclusion:
I have the best friends a guy could ask for
It's damn good to have Frank back
Pat O'Brien's is a great place to drink
I'm still not sober

In other news, we still have not received word regarding Warped Tour.  However, even if we are confirmed, I don't think we're gonna play, 'cuz Frank won't be playing with us.  The lame-ass has to work.  Frank's absence from the lineup would leave us with one, ONE guitar player.  That's not a good thing for a band that's used to playing with three guitars.  So, unless I suck it up and play guitar (which would still be pretty awful, as I haven't played the songs in years), I don't know how we're gonna pull it off.  Maybe we'll just get drunk before we play, make up a story about Frank and Mark running off together, and make sweet sweet noise.  Either way, we're still going to go to the show, and the current plan is to take the van and instruments to the fairgrounds early in the morning and tell the powers-that-be that we're scheduled to play.  This way, we'll still get in for free, and we'll be able to hang with the bands.  Punk rock, baby...

Picked up the new records from Keane and The Polyphonic Spree yesterday.  Keane was only $8.99 at Target, and so far, it's a great record.  The vocalist has true, actual singing ability, which is a nice change.  They still remind me of an upbeat Travis.  The Polyphonic Spree was $11.99, but it comes with a sweet DVD with an interview, music videos, and live performances, so it's more than worth the bread.  Haven't evaluated the album yet, but I'm very excited about it.  24 musicians!?!?  A harp player!?!?  How can you say no to that?

Big ups to Brian and Mandy for taking us all down to Citywalk and bringing us back.  Less than 1.5 years, BriBri, and you'll be swept up with the rest of us in the madness that is the Hurricane.  And Mandy - well, at least there's no age limit in g-ville.

The Village on Friday!  See you there!

::: posted by AJBrotz at 9:55 AM

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