My Hand Hurts Like Hell!

So, I played a show with the Celtic band tonight at Connor O'Neils in Fort Collins. The show went pretty well. There were lots of drunken frat boys danicing around to our cheezy pirate medley, so I count that as at least a small measure of success. I didn't drink too much (my mother was there and I had a stomach ache) but I still had a fairly good time. Eddy and I played a couple of tunes by ourselves, which I thought was the highlight of the night.

Anyway, I'm tired and my hand hurts. I've got to work in the morining which is keeping me from writing much more. Please disregard and grammer or spelling mistakes I may have made in this post. Also, it probably doesn't make much sense, so sorry for that too. I'll leave you with the most interesting tidbit I learned tonight:

Murphy's Irish Stout is a great cure for a stomache ache.