Father's Day

since it is a special day, did you notice i went the extra mile and pushed shift to capitalize the post title? unfortunately that's all the excess energy i had for today since i didn't go to bed until 7 am and it is now 11:20 am, i've already been up for an hour, and i still do not understand how anyone gets up, drinks coffee and does anything willingly. but i'm working on it.

anyways, outside it's a beautiful father's day here in montana, i'm listening to fall out boy as loud as my computer speakers will go, and yes mom, i know i should be at church right now, but at least i took my vitamins with that first cup of coffee. so happy father's day to my pop's and all the other fathers (biological or otherwise), uncles, dominant lesbians, and whom so ever it applies to. which isn't me, as far as i know, unless goldfish and 2 dogs count.

last night we played in havre, which was a really long day for me, as i woke up yesterday morning with an allergy headache, and about one second later i realized i was going to puke it was so bad, which i proceeded to do, on my bed. but luckily i missed my pillow and my lindsey lohan blow up doll. i mean, my dog holly. so then i rolled around for the next four hours trying to go back to sleep since reality totally blew, literally, (and after i summoned all my available strength to change the blankets), until finally falling asleep for about 10 minutes when carl called saying it was the crack 'o noon and time to hit the road to havre. great. and the guys kept being mean to me on the trip up there by talking about all kinds of gross things when they knew i was only one more slimy green booger story away from puking on the floormat, and they really got mad when i fell asleep, so what if it was my truck we were in, and that i was driving. those guys can be real cruel some times, but so far they've not kicked me out of the band even though i'm still the nations worst guitar player (except for cc deville, and that's only because i'm better looking than him) to ever get payed to play. so luckily for me, carl, jerry and mike are all excellent players, and if i can hang a rhythm out there that they can figure out what song it is, they take care of the rest and all i have to do is stand there and look like the hot guitar player that i am. and something else they can take care of is a food buffet. i used to make fun of my cousin bigin, the tug boat captain, by calling him the buffet bomber from the amount of devastation he could bring upon a buffet line, but after those three guys did just one straffing run on the buffet at kfc in havre, holy crap, there was even naw marks on the ladles. i'm talking total anhilation. the girl behind the counter looked at the buffet after they went through and said "holy cow, we need more of everything! they ate ALL the chicken!" and, we couldn't leave until they brought out more chicken! i ate pretty much nothing trying not to puke still, and they more than made up for me. of course, since i was sick i didn't make too much fun of one of the other band members who was having a "certain" medical problem that i promised him i wouldn't talk about here on the 'ol blog, so don't worry jerry, i won't tell any one, i got you're back on this.

so thanks to all the fun people out in havre, especially the chic's that kept coming up saying how cute i am, since, as any of the three people who read this blog know, i'm a shy, reserved, very low self-esteemed person. so positive reinforcement on my dashing good looks, impeccable taste in clothing, great sense of humor and stallion like performance in the sack is always greatly appreciated.

and to andi, the hottest looking collision tech ever, who's favorite food also happens to be macaroni and cheese, may i buy you a house? (as long as i get to live in it with you)