Tuesday February 17, 2009

My first day off in a week and I still have to wake up. Dave wanted to have a practice at 11:00 AM, which sucks because I feel like I'm getting up for work. The alarm goes off at 10:00 AM and I hit the snooze so I can sleep for another fifteen minutes. I finally get up, take a leak and hit up the kitchen to brew up some coffee.

While I wait for the coffee to brew, I jump in the shower. Evidently, I didn't close the bathroom door all the way, so Chet wanders on in and finds his way into the shower. He stays on the ledge as to not get wet, but he slips and falls right into the shower which scares the shit out of him, causing him to freak and dart out the door (dumb ass). Sometimes I feel like I am the proud owner of a "special" feline.

Once out of the shower, I brush my teeth and throw on some clothes. I grab my keys, fill up my travel mug with my freshly brewed coffee, wish for a cigarette and curse myself for quitting and head on out to band practice.

I get to Dave's at exactly 11:00 AM (I'm just that good). We all bomb into the shed and get warmed up. We make a set list for our show at the Double Door in the city next week and run through that, making sure we perfect every possible aspect of each song. We even end up writing a new one!

We call it a day around 1:00 PM. I cruise on home and cook myself up some lunch and bullshit with Tool while he works on some homework from his keyboarding class. Around 2:30, he cruises out for a meeting at B-Dubs and takes my car while his is at the shop getting the brakes fixed or some shit. Once he cruises, I sit and vegetate on the couch watching whatever is on t.v., which happens to be nothing. I start to feel drowsy, so I cruise into my room and take a short nap (for three hours).

I wake up around 6:00 to a call from Tool asking me to meet him outside so I can give him a lift to pick up his car. I get out of bed, still half asleep, throw on my coat and meet him in the parking lot. I tell him he's driving there because I just woke up.

We get back home from the auto repair shop around 6:45. Tool tells me that him, V, and Hart are going to Chili's for some food and a few drinks and asks me if I want to join them. I explain to him my financial situation and he offers to pay for my few drinks. That's all I need to hear. I cruise into my room and throw on an outfit from my "casual" wardrobe. V and Hart show up a little later and we all head on over to Chili's.

We get there and head into the bar. We ask the bartender if it is cool to put a few tables together because we were expecting a few more people. He gives us a real asshole fuckin' "yeah" as his answer, signifying that he didn't want us to do it. We decided to say fuck him, and did it anyway. It's 8:00 PM on a Tuesday night, you're not going to get a full bar and need the table for anyone else.

We order up some drinks and two baskets of the bottomless chips and salsa. I get a Sam Adams Winter Ale (which ends up tasting damn near identical to Blue Moon... makes me wonder). Our other expected guests all decided to bail on us except Danielle, who works with Tool and he is kind of "seeing" in a sense (I'm not her biggest fan, but she's tolerable). We all just sit around and bullshit about work and listen to V's predicament about trying to decide whether or not to hook up with this married woman at work who has been coming on to him, ultimately making him a grade-A home-wrecker. We all warn him not to do it (or just get head and leave it at that) and it seems like he heeds our advice (or so we hope).

We all get home around 10:30. Hart and V come back in and Shimon also graces us with his presence. I, unfortunately, have to wake up at 4:00 AM to open at the Bou, so I bid everyone farewell and cruise into my room.

I do the nightly routine and pass out watching some stand-up from the late, great George Carlin. Rest in peace, sir, we all miss your brilliance.