The cat's out of the bag. All involved have been cleared of any improprieties. We had an after party at Club Inferno last friday night. Too many Bleu Voodoo cocktails were consumed and things got out of hand, but more on that in a minute. We danced, we sang, we drank, we danced and danced some more. There were some lovely young ladies there that knew how to throw down on the dance floor and a good time was had by all!
Our friends Sharon and Skip hung out with us all night long. It was Sharon's birthday weekend and shots were drunk in celebration. We played some good ol' rock-n-roll before packing it up and heading to the club; that's when we started drinking Bleu Voodoos. We closed the club and headed to Denny's to get some breakfast. Here's a lesson kids; when you drink too much let someone else drive. Dirty Hank was way too inebriated to drive so he gladly got into my truck and we headed up the road to the restaurant. Bob the drummer on the other hand, staggered to his truck and drove home. Oh, we tried to stop him and get him to ride, but he wouldn't hear of it. Thank God he made it home safely, but I don't know how. At the restaurant, Henry managed to order breakfast just before passing out in the booth. Imagine if he had been driving? We took him home and he slept it off. I talked to him the other day and he said he was still drunk on Sunday morning! Wow, that's drunk! But that's rock-n-roll baby!
We'll be back in the studio this week and it will be a blast. I can't wait! Good times!
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