Weekend of Shit

Well, not really. Brandrew's suprise birthday party was a fun time Friday night. I wish I could remember all the one-liners Dennis said: I.e., "There's a turkey in that bottle!"; regarding Brad's present of Wild Turkey. This comment and many others seemed a lot more hilarious at the time. Instead of contributing to Brad's liver failure, I bought him a harmonica. He says he's getting pretty good. Andrew got a super-Grover. The party was so intense that Brad was still missing the next afternoon when we were schedule to play the all-ages show. After I arrived to realize no one from my band was at the Khyber, I called around, and narrowed Brad's location down to Brent's couch. Andrew was on his way and Sean dropped off his gear and said he'd be back in an hour. I walked to Brent's to find he and Brad barely awake. Good thing the show was behind schedule. I sent Brad in a cab to get his guitar and meet us back at the Kyber. We were schedule to play last, but Sean's hour past... and hour and 1/2..... still no Sean.

Sean never showed up to the goddamn cancer benefit he arranged in the first place.

We set up our gear, the sound guy set up our sound, dmc re-arraged the lighting as to get some photos-he even got a ladder to get some choice shots. Myles encourged the crowd-that was quickly dwindling- to be patient. I called Sean's cell phone about 20 times.

I'll allow a brief pause while each of you who know me, all accross the country, and are full aware of my nasty temper, take a moment to gasp:

ooooo....whoa...that poor bastard.

What did Jen do? Not to worry, friends and readers. We all had a good laugh admist our disbelief and packed up at 6:00 pm. Of course, I was angry that Sean let down the band. But it was quite hirlarious that he had left about 50 people high and dry, with no phone call or explanation.

Its now Sunday night and he still hasen't bothered to apologize, other than a half-assed post on locals which admitted that, 'He's Brutal'. And this, my dear friends and readers; this, is the dripping, putrid, runny, muddy, shit, which I refer to.

Goodnight.