Hi hi hi, well if you were there last night then you’d have seen Handy’s broken drum in person. That crazy guy hit the skins so hard that he went right through. With that we were engulfed in a huge amount of smoke machine smoke, and got to play with some great other groups.
No matter though. Saturday still looms up like a great shining beacon of hope, justice and peace in the galaxy.
I’m going to finally get out of bed. Makes sense at 1 in the afterlunch.
p.s. I need Voyno to be my drink waiter more often.