So we played a venue called Three Tons. Team Spider was the headlining band that night. I went to my non private practice room (restroom) to rehearsal my routine drumming warm ups. A lot of impaired people starred and said nice things like "I like your pants" or "Let me buy you a drink". Larry (the guy who hooked us up with the show) had his band play before us. They are called The Square Pegs. Very old school punk rock. Good shit. We finally got to play to a very enthusiastic crowd. Chris got married that night after our set to a chick named Emily who is already married to a woman (no seriously, she is). Chris's sobriety that night might be best illustrated by the fact that he had to find a piece of paper to remember his wife's name to read it to me. She is now referred to as Chris's Scottish wife, like Homer Simpson's Vegas wife. Later that night we drove 45 minutes back to Bob's house. I crashed. I have some pictures I'll post up another time.