There wasn't a guest to be found anywhere and it was just us reaming and surviving Deadstein members to hold up the fort. Out number one groupie was also there. I certainly didn't play well and or hear well, oh well, but others seemed to enjoy the goings on so isn't that all that counts. I was having wiring problems all night to my chagrin and I had a bad case of gas from the Tortilla Flats before the jam that left wherever I was standing a biohazard zone. I apologize for my Tortilla Flatulence.
Scott had a nice little drum solo between the That's It for the Other One and Cryptical. We need more drums space in the band, instead of breaks.
Driving home it was a bit snowy but considering this was to be the blizzard of the decade, it was nothing. Larry and I went to wetlands afterwards to check out some bands, that were pretty good and enjoyable. I wish I wasn't working the next day and could hang out longer. There are a lot of freaks in that place.