The Long, Winding Road to Skankdom

I know it's been so, so, soooooooo long since I've updated here, but it's been a crazzzzzzzy week or two. First, I had to find shoes that matched my new fuchsia dress, and you know how THAT is. After that, I had to wait for my nail polish to dry. I don't think you people realize the pressure cooker I'm forced to live in.

We played a fantasticly fun show for Austin's going away party at The Billabong Pub with Humbert and I Am Stereo, which was more fun than anyone should ever be allowed to have. Kudos to Rimsky for the mustache, and to Ferny for the reach-around he attempted on Wilkins. He's a brave, brave soul.

We all got together for Aaron's birthday this past Saturday to play poker, wear wigs and coconut bras, and spill many drinks on my freshly mopped floor. I'm going to ask for ten volunteers to come over and help me deal with it: One person to mop, and nine to tell me that my hair looks FABULOUS.

We've got some shows coming up this month, but nothing that's 100% as firm as the oiled chest of Bandito, so we'll keep you informed as the details get straightened out. It seems the dive bar down the street won't commit to our band rider, which consists of a pound of inkless squid, a mariachi band who knows how to play "Breakin' the Law" en espanol, and three gift certificates to Outback Steakhouse.

Don't laugh. I personally know The Thunder From Down Under.

Maggie