I had a memorable Memorial Day with my favorite married couple, The Murphys.
Wish I had the will to write about it. I'm still recovering to be quite honest. Went to the best Legendary Shack Shakers show I've ever seen where I decided to drink too much, smoke too much, dance too poorly, and take a nap at a rest stop while listening to Dead Milkmen. Fantastic.
My favorite part of the memorable Memorial Day occured minutes before I went into the "back room" with a certain extraordinary guitarist who shall remain nameless and no, it's not who you think...that would be far too obvious. I was armed with the intention of seeing a fancy shmancy guitar that made me weak in the knees...no other purpose or motive, I swear! I guess this fella has "a rep" and Pete Yorko got very protective (at least he seemed protective...in a little brother-ly way), and said, "I don't want you to do anything. I don't know if you're like that or anything but I don't want you to do anything. He's a slut". I thought it was really funny and cool. I like having protective friends who look out for me and keep me out of trouble. I salute you, Pete Yorko!
However, I'll never say what, if anything, went on in the "back room"...and I know that is just KILLING some people. A girl has to keep some secrets. I will say he called me "Cutie Pie" and I liked it!
Be at the Beachland Tavern this Friday @ 9:30 with $7 in your grubby little paws or be hunted down that like dogs you are by 5 fiesty Pussyfoot Girls! I'll be the one in the pink and white skirt, double-fisting PBRS, laughing psychotically, and pretending everything you say sounds brilliant.
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