this past weekend my band played at a "festival" up in vermont. it was more like a camping trip, really, complete with no running water, outhouses and an assload of dirty people. it was not our crowd, mostly bikers, and i'm not generalizing but this was a crowd that ran out of water, soda and food but never ran out of beer. they had a wet t-shirt contest and two pigs roasting on a spit. most of them were on a poker run when my band was onstage so the audience was minimal and less than enthusiastic. we got some very positive feedback after the show which meant a lot knowing these people don't listen to the kind of music we're playing but there was one exchange that got us our one negative feedback.

dirty old biker: you ladies wearing any underwear?
me: i hardly think that's any of your business.
dob (indigant): well, i'm a paying customer.
me: we're not getting paid for this gig so your money doesn't mean anything to me.
dob (taking one of our stickers): i guess i'll just have to use my imagination, then.
me: you do that.

unbeknownst to me, after i turned away dirty old biker flipped me the bird. when we got back to our tents, there was a small paper plate with our sticker on it and it said: "No, *you* suck...really bad. worse vocals. all your neighbors." the "you suck" is in reference to a song we do, only he turned it on us. not that i minded...i just don't think he was used to sexy women on stage who didn't take off their clothes and (gasp) talked back ::grin::

simon and hecubus, my two kittens, are turning into a couple of demons. my mode of discipline (the squirt bottle) isn't working on hecubus who doesn't seem to mind being sprayed and thinks it is all quite a fun game. simon has a heart murmur but my vet has assured me that he likely will grow out of it. chloe has come around almost completely although at times i think they still scare her. callie now only hisses when they play too rough around her. but they seem to love us and we love them back.

i wish gleebs would write back to me...if she got my email, that is. i hate the way my mail isn't reliable and i can never tell if someone just hasn't gotten a chance to write or they never got my email : P.


i can't wait...in a few weeks, i get to see my goils!!!!! come hell or high water, sell my soul and pack my bags...yippety skip! i have been goil-deficient for far too long...i'm feeling weak...

a bad case of verbal diarrhea from Cheryl 23:41