March 19-21, 2010

Okay, so I didn't update for two days. I did, however, think about it, and that should count for something. No? Oh, well, like you really care. Anyhow.

The Truckers came and went, and it was a blast. It was nice seeing Craig and Damon and Shawna and Johnny Z. and Patterson and Brad and Pudd again. It was fun meeting some other Trucker fans. And hey, the plethora of hot drunk girls to screw with, always a pleasure. Plus, I got stoned for the first time in four months, and man alive, do I miss the noble weed. Seriously, catching a buzz on beer just is not the same.

There are two types of Trucker shows: transcendental rock experiences and shows that make one wonder why they even bother. The first night was the latter, as the band was dragging and disengaged. The second night, however, they took their rock star pills and tore it up. It was one of the better shows I'd seen, even if they didn't do "Where The Devil Don't Stay". Can't have everything.

Met a number of cute drunk girls but nothing came out of it, as my tolerance for cute drunk girls is much lower than it once was. Once again, I had the awkward visit with Patterson wherein I'm never sure he actually wants to acknowledge my presence. I've felt that way ever since I quit the Job, and I wonder if it's because I simply do not care about music in the same manner that I used to - and like he still does, seemingly - or if it's because I'm not in a position to help his band out anymore. I tell Jenn this and she, of course, thinks I'm just being paranoid. So does Baby Brother and Jaybee, and they all could be right. Ah, well, in any event, it was fun.

Though I must say, I do not like the whole "hanging out on the tour bus" thing. It was neat listening to old war stories, but still. Johnny Z. and the damn yo-yo, I swear, I thought they were screwing with me over how inane that was. Then again, I could've been just stoned.

Today, I drug around. Staying out way past my bedtime and smoking rock-star weed for two nights hand running didn't necessarily kick my ass, but it certainly did me little good. Work was okay, though, as we got a new guy on and he's seven shades of awesome. Hands on, learns quick and very cool. Sis called him the "Zen master", and that's apt. We did almost $1300 and it seemed like nothing. The roommate's got promising news on the job front. Days at a titty bar, but work's work.

Other than that, Mozart is telling me it's bedtime.