After Midnight, We Gonna Let It All Hang Out

This is an odd time to be posting, isn't it?

There's odd, and then
there's odd.

But I went out tonight. Yes, on a Saturday night. I went to a neighborhood bar and watched a local band play. They were really pretty damn good. A few numbers went off the rails a bit, but hey, that's why we drink beer, to be tolerant and supportive of local bands who occasionally lose their shit.

As usual, Homer Simpson has the last word.

Here's the thing. The drummer in this talented local bar band was my very own Drummer Boy. 

And here's another thing. The last time I saw Drummer Boy play was in 1992. Do the math, Drunkards: That's 23 freaking years ago.

I was overdue.

And Drummer Boy delivered.

If you find me and friend me IRL, you can see
actual photos of DB on Facebook.
Otherwise, use your  imagination.

I had so much fun tonight. Thanks to Pablo for keeping me company - it was great. 

Goddamn, I'm with the band, at last. 

Drummer Boy, I know I already told you this, but you were amazing. Don't take my word for it. Take the word of all the people who came up to you after your set and told you how much they enjoyed it.

I am so proud of my Drummer Boy.

I am so glad I had a Saturday night out.

Happiness level; Pharell and his hat.

Good night, Drunkards. Good night, Drummer Boy. Thank you for a wonderful evening.