October 26th, 2006 by Aaron
Holy cow, things got busy in a hurry. We played Emporia on Friday night and Manhattan Saturday morning. I attended a wedding Saturday night that was simply crazy. Sunday we played in Topeka, KS. I got up early and went to Russell for an auction. We finally left about 2:00pm and arrived back in Manhattan at 5:30am, only to get up and do another auction in town the next night. I left Wednesday for Kansas City for an auctioneer meeting with technology industry leaders that lasted Wednesday night and all day today, only to hurry back to Manhattan this afternoon for an auction tonight. We got done a little early, so I headed to Longhorn’s to see Pete open for Kevin Fowler. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t hang but for a song or two before I just couldn’t do it anymore–not that I couldn’t listen to Pete, but I just couldn’t stay standing without sleeping.
I was watching baseball after the auction on Tuesday with Chris down at Buffalo Wild Wings and we were talking about instant replay. The conversation got me thinking about my mother and how she used to wake me for school with the most random things. Whatever she heard on the news in the morning as she was headed up the stairs she would tell me to get me thinking about something and to have a reason to wake up. I only remembered because I actually remember the time she told me that the NFL had decided to allow instant replay. I really don’t care about the NFL and instant replay, but at the time it seemed to be a very important issue because she told me it was as I was regaining conciousness. I wish my alarm clock would do shit like that. I can’t even get it to find an NPR station.
Vote, you bastards. Do what’s good for the country. Listen to NPR, watch Studio 60, and vote for all the democrats.
Actually, I really don’t care which news you patronize, so long as it’s not the Republican Sports Network. And you don’t really have to vote for all the democrats, though I would like you more and be nice to you when you come to our shows. The one thing that you must absolutely do is watch Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip so I don’t lose another one of my favorite shows to low ratings.
October 26th, 2006 by Aaron
Holy cow, things got busy in a hurry.
We played Emporia on Friday night and Manhattan Saturday morning. I attended a wedding Saturday night that was simply crazy. Sunday we played in Topeka, KS. I got up early and went to Russell for an auction. We finally left about 2:00pm and arrived back in Manhattan at 5:30am, only to get up and do another auction in town the next night. I left Wednesday for Kansas City for an auctioneer meeting with technology industry leaders that lasted Wednesday night and all day today, only to hurry back to Manhattan this afternoon for an auction tonight. We got done a little early, so I headed to Longhorn’s to see Pete open for Kevin Fowler. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t hang but for a song or two before I just couldn’t do it anymore–not that I couldn’t listen to Pete, but I just couldn’t stay standing without sleeping.
I was watching baseball after the auction on Tuesday with Chris down at Buffalo Wild Wings and we were talking about instant replay. The conversation got me thinking about my mother and how she used to wake me for school with the most random things. Whatever she heard on the news in the morning as she was headed up the stairs she would tell me to get me thinking about something and to have a reason to wake up. I only remembered because I actually remember the time she told me that the NFL had decided to allow instant replay. I really don’t care about the NFL and instant replay, but at the time it seemed to be a very important issue because she told me it was as I was regaining conciousness. I wish my alarm clock would do shit like that. I can’t even get it to find an NPR station.
Vote, you bastards. Do what’s good for the country. Listen to NPR, watch Studio 60, and vote for all the democrats.
October 9th, 2006 by Aaron
Sunday evening we played at a bar in Topeka, Kansas, called Heart Attack Jacks. We went over and set up our equipment by 6:00pm. We had been looking forward to eating at the Blind Tiger since the last time we played at Jack’s. They have a microbrew beer there called something like Maibock that is just fantastic. They were out of the beer. We sat and ate and waited on Dusty. He got there at about 7:30pm and we were supposed to start at 8:00pm. He delayed our return to the bar. We finally began playing at 8:35pm CDT. Halfway around the world, at that same exact moment, North Korea became a nuclear power.
I wonder why we can invade Iraq based on assurances of weapons of mass destruction and the fear of a nuclear threat from one of the countries of the Axis of Evil presented by our own administration and we won’t invade another country of the same Axis of Evil even when they warn us and tell us that they have the bomb and plan to test it. Perhaps if Kim Jong-il jumped up and down and yelled, "Hey! Over here!" the Bush administration might have at least turned it’s head. Wait. He did. It didn’t.
I’ve developed this bad habit of buying a bottle of single malt scotch and having a drink or two and leaving it at my house. I, in my laziness to drive back to my house, end up buying another bottle before the next occasion, which I, in turn, leave at my house. I’m developing a collection. I guess its better than drinking the collection.
I’ve found that most single malts taste like bottled up smoke from a tire fire. However, if it says Islay on the bottle, it’s going to taste like the bottled up ashes left after the tires burned. You can actually taste the rubber. It’s mmmmmm-good.
G and I watched a couple more episodes of The West Coast tonight. It’s going to be great if they don’t cancel it.
