Road to Somewhere

So the two of you who actually read a few of my previous posts probably realized that I didn't mention Kas in my mention of the JCHTP2. Well, that just didn't work out. I don't know if I had actually put effort into it whether or not it was possible, but the simple fact probably is that I was just too lazy and focused on partying to really make a significant effort. So, this quarter century old man slept all alone on his big birthday weekend. Not to worry, cause I didn't.
The three nights of YMSB's Kinfolk celebration was an excellent way to end a great vacation. The first night included the covers "Bloody Mary Morning", and "Two Hits and the Joint Turned Brown". That night we decided we had drank a bit too much, and crashed at a Days Inn in Madison...in two beds. The second and third nights were at the House of Blues here in town. So, a mere cab ride returned us to our front door. I really had a great time, but I confess the week had worn me down enough that I couldn't fully enjoy the shows. I lost my oldest glass piece at the last night of the shows. A security guard found it when we were going in. What a bummer, but we were going in to meet the band before the show, so I just let it go. No use in getting kicked out before I got to meet the band. I still am not sure how to thank Mary Beth for buying me these tickets.
I didn't get to bed the last night of the shows until about 4am. So, the next day I was completely drained from a whole week of throwing down, so I had to skip my rehearsal with Crash Davis, my IO team. That caused a little drama with Shelby. I have to admit, I really thought we were cool, and that my problems would come from somewhere else, go figure. You think you know somebody, but you never really do.