Opening For The Cool Kids

Okay:

Well, it's six in the morning and I've decided to go to work on time, even though I considered taking the morning off. Seeing as how, last night I didn't get in until two-ish.

I'm groggy in the worst kind of way. My eyelids feel all sticky and my tummy is questionable, but I think I'll manage.

But, man, was it worth it!

Last night was fucking fantastic.

In case you're a sporadic reader, last night Joe and I opened for The Cool Kids at one of DC's larger concert venues, The Black Cat.

As I mentioned on Friday, up until this weekend, I hadn't done much to prepare for the gig. In fact, I had gotten the impression that no one had heard about it and had resigned to a sinking feeling that it was going to be an underwhelming experience.

But fortunately, I was proven wrong on all fronts.

First, let me say that it was plantation hot yesterday. And the women responded accordingly. They were all ass-naked. Literally.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way...

Joe and I were given a dressing room complete with couches, clean towels, and a mini-fridge stocked with water and soda. We were given a few drink tickets each and a free dinner.

And I, proud to say, only had one drink before the set. So there.

We performed a high-velocity thirty minute set, accompanied by local hip hop band, The Els. The crowd loved us! We were funny, engaging and virtually flawless. I couldn't have prayed to Jesus or whomever for a better show.

In case you were wondering, I was wearing a bad ass straw fedora and a beautiful white linen shirt. Very pretty.

Afterwards we sold an assload of the CDs. Took some pictures with some fans. Signed some autographs. Used the rest of those drink tickets. And, at the end of the night, we got paid more than I've ever gotten paid to perform in my entire career.

I really don't have anything sarcastic or witty to say. I'm still kind of in shock.

So back to all the ass.

Man o man!

Ri-fucking-diculous.

I saw one girl who had, like, some shiny gold Reynold's Wrap business tied around her waist trying to pass it off as a skirt. And because I'm me, all I kept thinking was, If she farts, there's gonna be trouble.

She wasn't the only one though. There seemed to be a preponderance of booty everywhere and I'm hoping that today won't be any different.

We had pictures and video taken, so I'll be posting all that stuff soon.

A special thanks to my homies: Heron, Renell, Kelli, Abby and The Els.


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And thank you, for reading.


GOBAMA!


Factoid: I am going to work today; however, I plan on not working, per se.