Postby WildcatOne » Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:45 pm
Same kinda things happening here, Doc. Places are gone. Mowed down and replaced with coffee shops (all respects to our coffee man) and sushi bars, cell phone stores and health spas. I don't go to any of those places. I played a gig last Friday night with the Whiskey Saints in Deer Park, the birthplace of Texas. There's still a lot of afterbirth hanging around there. At least we got tons of great Mexican food. My styrofoam box full of fajitas and rice didn't last until noon the next day. Kyle ate it once he found it in the fridge. It went to a good cause. The Bay Area Medical Imaging Society threw a party and hired us to play. I told 'em "Y'all are Imaging Techs?" They all go "Yeah!" I said "Heck, I bet y'all can see right through us..." The joke was a hit. I hung out with all those medical people and had fun. The Saints hit the note. We were well-rehearsed. It was not a loud, late gig, but I did get lost when I drove away. East became West, North became South, and I found myself all the way out in LaPorte on the East shore of Galveston Bay before I realized I had turned the wrong way on Spencer Highway (Gilley's from Urban Cowboy was there...it's still pretty much that kinda scene but the club burned down a while back). But I did get home waaaay early compared to the way it was last year. I also noticed this week that the only phones I hear ringing anymore are the real phones. I'm still using closed-captioned TV, but I'm getting used to it...Cheers, WC1
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