Ba-na-nas.

Last night was out of control. All four bands killed. I'm surprised I'm even up this early. Since when did I consider 2:03pm to be early? Especially when I was home before 2am. I avoided shots but the booze still hit me like a lightweight. Luckily the alcohol chose to take mercy on me and not slam around my brain until AFTER I paid all the bands. Whew! Also, when did Milk At Midnight's fanbase suddenly swell to include a bunch of could-be strippers? Not that I, or any other red-blooded boy in attendance last night, was complaining...

I want Miranda Sound to move to Chicago. Now!

And tonight should be just as bananas at Bottom Lounge. Come out and see me, Photogal, and the rest of the gang!