My sweet wife hosted a nice 'Christmas Brunch' today so I had to go drink 4 beers by the river. The top hat is still in my backpack and I am happy with all my life choices so far. Part of my backpack won't zip up because of wig hair. Kinda cool?
Woke up on a nice couch in a sweet East Van penthouse. Dim memories of laughs and hugs. Clay was there and Brad and Marty and Brent and so many more. These Geddy Lee sunglasses make me look heavily employed. Possibly with my very own office in the cool department of job town. Thank you so much for this ceremony of appreciation, you guys.
I like meeting people after shows and warning them about my coating of weirdo water. I carry a dish towel around and act real real natural about it. It's normal to be soaked in human juice. Everybody gets a free CD for those hand shakes. I'm wearing my 'show' shoes. They are a thousand times worse than my NB's (New Balance) but my bro said I'm not allowed to wear those on stage any more. Always trust your bro, you guys.
Not showering is kinda cool if you keep on drinking. I bet my friend Shafer is watching Survivor Series right now and hasn't showered and is laughing big time. My bro is probably deep into a delicious meal and my friend Hogie is probably deep into a delicious steam room with a thousand babes from coast to coast. This is real life stuff. We are an active cool-doing band. We deliver the goods, you guys.
Last night me and Hamed were walking to Andy's birthday party and my friend Chris came out of the Scotch Room with a full glass of beer. Like, on Commercial Drive with a full glass of delicious beer. He walked down the street and went into a new bar with the same glass of beer. Kinda like the king of all creation. When we finally got to Andy's house he was already there. I was shocked and scared and confused and happy.
Life is a cool thing to party with if you have enough time.