THAT was interesting.

people not invited [unintentionally-so] came.

people blugeoned to death with invitations were, of course, too dead to come.

got paid 50 dollars and a few free drinks for the gig i thought i was playing for free.

have to work in 4 hours.

will sleep in tie and shirt and jeans to save morning time.

someone fell down the stairs half an hour prior to my show. ambulanci and polici galore. OOO! AND the firetruck. [[delicious backdrop to performing mattson, if'n i do say so myself.]]

the best excuse for missing my show: ass in too much pain from having genital warts burned off yesterday. [[poor lass.]] [[a carton of eggs to the house of the giver, says i.]]

best shouting from audience: "play some propaghandi!!!" (i have a sticker on my guitar from their "latest" album).

my reply: "no. i just don't like them as much sans John Samson." [[see!? i still hold you in high regard, mr.]]

best moment: reading the note m. left me when she cut out early. something about "feeling achey and at home... i want more, more, more--of your company and your song." [[total paraphrase-style.]]

but there. there! i have met my goal to have a show prior to bethany's moving in.