what a night!

yes, i know i said we had the weekend off, but apparently i was wrong. as usual. so we played at the eagle's club last night, and we had to do it without mic'ing everything up to have a good mix going out on the main speakers since we didn't have our mixer board back from being repaired. after setting up, we ended up with a good sound anyways, which is suprising since the front stage at the eagle's club has terrible acoustics. and even more suprising, we played for a large group of democrats here for some convention. i mean, them being democrats wasn't what was suprising. or the fact that it was mostly young attractive women. and that they could dance well. with each other.

for one thing, they were dressed somewhat conservatively, unlike the majority of the local flora and fauna. even dressed as such, when activelly dancing you still saw the occasional bare midriff or a nice slice of butt-crack. now here is the part that was suprising: i never saw one tattoo the whole night on a chic's pelvis, or hanging out of her crack. here in central montana, when a baby is born and it's a girl, it's like she can't be released to go home until they throw some ink around her waist.

now pay attention ladies, this is good advice, based on my own expert research as the only single member in a rock band, so i've had more than my share of specimens to evaluate:

That prancing unicorn you have tattoo'd on your hip that looks pretty sweet at 18?

At age 40, after having a couple kids, IT LOOKS LIKE A MELTED SNOWCONE!

and i have one more bit of advice that pains me severely to ask you not to do this. and not because i don't want to see you do this, it just makes it hard for me, and the other guys in the band, to keep playing without messing up or just completely stopping the music, and applauding:

if you are going to dance the jitterbug and let the guy flip you upside down in the air, AND you are wearing a short skirt, PLEASE WEAR UNDERWEAR!