my own bed, my own shower,

i must recuperate,

woke up about 5:30 wednesday morning, went to work, then left town, headed down to new braunfels, to meet up with about 28 of my friends, we were all pyled in what is called the treehouse, 8 stories high, 3 bedrooms, and a big bathroom with 2 showers on each floor, one big kitchen, and you can walk off the back deck right into the gaudalupe river,

i slept about 5 hours a day, never went to bed before 4am, got schooled on drinking scotch by a sixty something year old man, got my ass kicked in poker by my wife, floated the comal river, and played a gig at the river road icehouse, oh yea i drank about 4-18 packs of bud light, 2 shiner bocks, a handful of coors lights, and little bit of old "black butt" smuggler, that's very rare scotch...so i was told, taste more like rubbing alcohol to me

had a great time with some great folks, can't wait till next year,

for this weekend
our private party has been canceled, so i got on the phone tonight and scored us a gig at the vault, here in paris for saturday night, it's cool little bar on the square, i've played several solo gigs there but never the full band extravaganza, the stage is about 15 foot up off the ground, i don't know how i'm gonna get lp down from there

come see if you can
it might be interesting

later
mo