Son, have you ever been arrested?

One week makes the world of difference.

Last week - I could have never gone out again and been happy. Things sucked, people were arses, and the whole scene was trying.

I am so glad I got back on the bus this weekend. What a fucking change in attitude and behaviours. *This* is why I do what I do. Things went wrong, stuff screwed up, but it was all a laugh, a drink, and a great time. And somehow, no one got arrested! Quite a change from Texas, eh old boy? Same crime twenty five years later and such a different attitude. Public exposure just isn't what it used to be.

So many of my mates had a good time over in Europe as well, between the Stone Gods gig and the surprisingly well received Schenker gig everyone must have had a good weekend. Know I did. Except when I puked. Note to self and all other travelers - the 'vomit' bags included in buses is apparently now equipped with ventilation holes so one doesn't suffocate when vomiting. It was a thoughtful, but rather soggy, surprise. Sort of negates the entire concept of a barf bag.

Before: A nice view.



After: Even better.



Pete's been abducted by aliens! Oh noes! They left his clothes, obviously didn't want those. Can't blame them.

Vomit Tally:
Musicians:
Bass Player: 1
Crew:
Tech: 1
Engineer: 1
Crowd:
People: dozens

Words of the Week:
Drink! Feck! Stripey Trousers!