That would be me. Hot damn, I didn't get home 'til 7:30 this morning. Last night was way too much fun and I maybe got an hour of sleep so, ouch, it hurts today. "It" being everything. Mommy! Uncle! Someday I'll get too old for this crap, but I kinda doubt it, heh heh.
So rehearsal went fine but I was drinking box wine. Leo and Mir got into an argument in front of us, so I'm glad I was drinking the wine. I had 3 travel mug fulls then it was time to get to Fitz, where Phillipo said he'd meet me. Leo begged off b/c he was tired but he said he really wanted to go except for Mir would get pissed at him for partying w/me. I said that I was more fun than a barrel of monkeys, to which he and George agreed. Then I headed to Fitz and Phillipo had a bar tab going so we had a couple drinks. My friend FM was there and later LDB showed up, though I was mad at him for calling cops "little piggies" on Facebook. He apologized profusely and at first I was mean to him but later I let him hug me before Phillipo and I took off for the blues jam at Big Easy.
Naturally my #1 latest fave guitarist, Jon, was hosting the jam--he's the one that won the IBC's back in 2005. For the past couple of months I've been trying to buddy up to him b/c I am totally crazy about him and also yes, have a tiny crush on him. Phillipo gets jealous when I talk about Jon, but he needs to get over it. Jon made me get up and play bass out of nowhere and I didn't want to at all, but I told Jon he'd owe me and I made him kiss the new blister on my right thumb that I'd developed at rehearsal earlier. Then later on I pretty much ordered him to let Phillipo play guitar so that Jon could sit w/me and we could shoot the shit. I was drunk by then for sure. Jon asked what we were doing later and I said I didn't know and he said he was going to eat somewhere after the jam shut down at 2am. I was down for going anywhere Jon was going!
So by 2am and after much drunken shenanigans Philipo wanted to come over to my place of course, but I said I was going to hang out w/Jon so Philipo was a gentleman and took off. Jon and I went to a local taqueria; he had a taco and I had an iced tea b/c I'd made the mistake of mixing box wine, beer, and Crown that night. Shit! Then he invited me over to watch a DVD of the Howlin Wolf story and since he knows I am dating Stefano I figured there'd be no harm. We watched the DVD and then I wanted to see a DVD of a live Albert Collins concert in Germany but by then I'd decided I was going to crash there and just drive home in a couple hours when it was time to get to work. I sooooo admire Jon, soooo much and we have a lot in common, being Taurus blues musicians from east of Houston. Yeah, we ended up in his bed watching the Albert Collins but it was a big bed, and hey, I don't have a ring on my finger or nothin'.
Ugh. I've said it before and I'll say it again... that 6th drink is almost always a mistake! But I'm still looking forward to the concert tonite, I need to get some jazz piano infusion.
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