The Weekend
This past week at open mic, I hosted... um... adequately. I received compliments on my hosting... so, it couldn't have been that bad... even though, it felt like I was doing a terrible job. Still, the night as a whole was definitely out of the ordinary. This is true for a variety of reasons. Firstly, I was hosting. Secondly, we had drunks in the audience (one of which started to yell at another for no apparent reason). Thirdly, I broke my capo (right when I went to put it on my guitar while on stage). The list: My broken capo: ------ On Friday, my friends and I went cruising for chicks (for my friend, Bill). We drove to Saratoga and ate at Panera Bread, which was quite funny because normally we are pizza and wings guys on Friday Nights. We referred to ourselves as 'civilized.' Actually, we did a lot of things that I typically do when I leave the house, but don't usually do with my friends. First, however, we went to downtown Saratoga and walked to Backstreet Billiards (