Two weeks. You care. The band is confirming they are playing with Hootie. Oh joy.
I've been listening to the guys the last few days and it's put to mind an episode I had one night. It was Deb's last day at the Big C and we all went to this hole-in-the-wall white trash bar for a party. Belinda and I got drunk and smoked and I got even more drunk. One thing led to another and before I know it I'm up on stage doing kareoke to Jimmy Olsen's Blues. Then Belinda and I muddled our way through some duet song I'd never heard before. After that, it was about time for me to be headed home. I had to get home to call Blah. I was no dummy. I was driving myself home but I was really drunk, so I decided to [insert Dale Gribble voice] play it cool and drive home the long way only making right hand turns. How I didn't kill myself or someone else is beyond me. I've grown up a lot and realized how dumb I was. Thankfully there are a lot of things I won't do anymore.
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