Or the alternative title: Smashed Glass Vacuum Tubes, Missing Wheels, Black Eyes, and a hell of a time.

So where the hell should I begin? It’s been a HELL of a weekend, only to hit the ground running with booking when I awoke this morning. (Which really, is quite wonderful – it’s all coming together!)

First and foremost: Fuck Verizon’s GPS for not allowing us to enter in the address for Cherry Street Station properly. Bitches, all of them

Anyways, after much cursing, we arrive at Cherry Street Station for an epic show with The Alehounds, Sadplant, and The McGunks. This might be one of the best goddamn lineups we’ve played with down at Cherry St – it was a full on bill of absolute awesome. Also, the ever lovely Sarah reprised her roll as the Powers Irish Whiskey Queen – Dangerous as she is inviting – just how we love our ladies. Alehounds, Sadplant, and the McGunks were fucking incredible. I’m not going to play favorites, because it would be a waste of time. Every band just ripped it right the fuck up.

Regardless, Powers was in full effect courtesy of Dennis and Sarah, so we had a straight up whiskey drunk by the time we took stage. This means that we played everything stupid fast and what a fucking good time that was. Thanks to the two girls to my right who kept pouring pitchers of beer down my throat, I almost booted by the second to last song – spent most of it dry heaving. Finally after a good BELTCH, I got my shit back together and we tore into one of our favorite closers, “You Won’t Take Me Alive”. Fuck yeah! You guys were all awesome.

From there, we ended up at Sarah’s apartment. Where of course she has a bar setup in her living room, complete with 2 liters of Powers, a 30 rack of PBR, and then Dennis showed up with beer, as did Kacie with a case of Guinness. Also, there was this AWESOME little dog by the name of Zooey – Half Jack Russell, half Chihuahua – all intrepid. She became both my hero and found herself a nice nook at the foot of the couch I commandeered. Seeing as how my day started at 2:30am, I was out by about 3:30am, while the night carried forth until at least 7am, I’ve been told. I’ll let Chestnut fill in the details… if he can remember them.

Morning found us with an awake an maniacal Ethan simply uttering one word on repetition, as a delicious mantra: “Pancakes”. So naturally, we gravitate towards the nearest diner, this great place right by both Sarah’s and Cherry Street – Couldn’t remember the name to save my life. But it was delicious, and we were obnoxious, but the waitress made sure the coffee and food was plentiful

We parted ways with Sarah, and made for NYC – uneventful ride outside of normal NYC bullshit (read: traffic) and we even found parking near Trash Bar. Though, fuck the security guards who bitched at me for changing my strings on the sidewalk for being a nuisance while the woman screaming at the top of her lungs talking about getting her crew up in some other broads face was ‘politely ignored’, but man, fuck those musicians – They’re scumbags. ANYWAYS. Killing time and looking for a place to piss, we find the near by Midway Lounge (sister bar to our beloved midway cafe?) and partake in happy hour pints. The bartender looks at me for a second and goes “hey, wait, weren’t you guys here last month? I remember a bearded band from Boston!”. She was of course, referring to my blackout adventure post Jeff Rowe’s Trash Bar debut with the Old Edison. THE LEGEND GROWS!

Anyways, more on that night, and the next day, when I get the chance. Off to work, and then we set up for recording tonight – Drums and Bass the Next Two Days.