The Things I Do for Money and Beer

Friday night I had a guest bassist gig with Dave's band. Now, normally this sort of thing would be something that I would enjoy, but this band is a special case. While I love Dave dearly, there is a certain other member of this band that I am less than fond of. Normally I wouldn't play with people that I think are jerks, but the promise of money and free booze was enough to entice me set aside my principles, at least for the night.

To make a long story short, I ended up getting fairly drunk off pints of stout and cider and dancing around like and idiot on stage. Intoxication, and the fact that I had to concentrate very hard to play through the fuzz in my brian, allowed me to ignore any unpleasantness I might have otherwise felt. Everyone at the bar seemed to enjoy the show, so I figure it went well. I also got hit on by a 30-year-old married woman. (What the the hell!? Do I look like I want to stick my bussiness in 30-year-old married woman business!?)

I crashed at Dave's for most of the rest of the night, drove home sometime in the very early morning, and proceeded to sleep in until noon.

Ah, the life of a musician!