I Wrote This On My Phone, Damnit!

I just realized that I nearly forgot to post today.   I’ve made it every day this year and would prefer not to kill the streak.   It’s the only streak I haven’t broken – just ask my Portuguese Rosetta Stone program and gym membership.   Oh, and I don’t clean the cat box every three days like I promised either.

I’m in the Chicago suburbs in my car on the phone writing this thing.   We’re playing a gig but we don’t go on for another two hours.

Oh, and I got here (a bar)   and realized I had forgotten to bring both my wallet and my cash.   I probably haven’t made that mistake in over five years.   So I had to play the “I’m with the band” card when I walked in and the bouncer asked for my ID.   I don’t drink, so it’s no big deal, but it is so weird to be without dough.

Before the show, since my car is covered in bird shit, I pulled into a Shell station to get this bastard washed.   I put my wheels on that auto-track thing, and walked to the pay station.   Then I realized I didn’t have my money.   I had to reverse out of the carwash line, and was embarrassed, scanning all of the patrons at the pumps to see if they noticed.   This is my craziness.

I borrowed six bucks from the lead singer which got me an O’Doul’s.   It’s something to do.

Well, I probably should exit the car and go inside to the show.   The first band is starting.   We go on third.

I have to figure out how to upload an image to end this post.   Wish me luck.