Biiiirthdaaay

We played for neighbor Bruce's 60th birthday party yesterday. It was in the Marriott over in that stupid area designed by a stupid, stupid, stupid person that should be taken out and run over by cars and trucks driving in both direction. There is no way what so ever that all those idiotic 1–way streets circling all around helps any traffic problems. They even confuse computers; Kim's nav system told her to turn the wrong way on one of them.

But the party was a lot of fun. A bunch of neighbors were there. Bruce called me Saturday morning to talk about which songs he wanted to play. He plays a Strat, and sat in with us at the neighborhood party last year. He said the relatives showed up Thursday night and he'd been drunk ever since. He's good at that.