The show went swimmingly in my opinion, if we are only counting our performance, which was also a bit rough rough around the edges. Considering we all managed to have a bit to drink, as did the rest of the audience, AND we managed to follow 6 acts of slow, largely acoustic music—excluding the truly transcendent and brilliant solo electric act of Rock N’ Roll Steve—it went about as good as it could’ve gone. The audience was tepid all night…bordering on cold for every single act, which was sort of unpleasant. I didn’t get to debut my Pippa Middleton/Cockney accent material, which is a shame, but those fucking punks didn’t deserve it anyway. Someone hit William’s bass over, which popped a string off minutes before our set, and I used up all of my energy on the first song, and probably looked to be in extreme pain for the rest of the gig, but that means the sets can only get better from here! If there are any videos posted from it, I’ll make sure to direct you to them.

The hostel scene has been treating me surprisingly well, if not only for the fact that someone in the current one decided to make some pretty goddamn great paella last night, of which I ate plenty. I just turned down an ice skating trip because it is cold outside, to which the invitor responded, “it’s an indoor skating rink.” My brilliant response, which could’ve been taken from an Andy Rooney bit, was “It’s a little cold inside.”

Hey, sorry. You chose to read the blog this afternoon. Here is a video of all the other people who were non-plussed by today’s post.

http://www.youtube.com/embed/tzQ8hY1iNAk (Piece of shit YouTube not embedding if you feel so inclined to experience some weirdness.)