glypher dun did an oopsie

Well it's monday, and i should have a hangover. but i dont. and it's my own damed fault. I'm sure i have mentioned my devotion to the Hot Rod Beef Squad before. and the fact that i have never missed a single show. heck, check the bands page if you dont believe me. But alas, I have done my band wrong. I missed the show on sunday.

Here's the story (for those who dont care skip to next paragraph): I was enjoying my Sunday morning (read:Sunday afternoon) still in my jammies, sitting in front of the computer whoopin ass on BattleNet playing WarCraft III. When my lovely wife came in around 4:00 and told me that we needed to do yard work. I promptly (read:after about 2 hours) got up and went outside to mow. After finishing the yardwork, i showered, and went back to the computer, this time to cap some ass John Woo style in Max Payne. With plenty of time to spare (i thought) i left the house about a quarter to 9, and arrived at the porpoise a little early (i thought). There was a band playing and only a few people there (about 20). Cool! i had made it before people started showing up (i thought). It turns out that i was late. not just late, but REALLY late. the show started at 6:00 and this was infact the last band of the night. DOH! (note to self: sunday is all ages at the porpoise, and they start up at 6:00)

If you havent noticed this is still monday. Mondays are usually filled with pain and suffering, but today is starting out just fine. I managed to finish up some work that needed to get done and the rest of the day will be smooth productive sailing. but now that i have said that...