First and foremost, all you NYC cats should click this link which leads you to the contest for a pair of tickets to the Wolfmother and Gov't Mule show, (see flyer). You know how I feel about the Mother so enter for your chance to stand side-by-side in all of our head banging glory.


Secondly, happy dirty thirty to the man behind the guitar - Danny Big Sleep. I know he'll want to kill me for mentioning his age, but I'd like to thank him for making me feel young again. This weekend he... well actually, Sonya... coaxed us out of the city to a lake in Dover, NJ. Christen gave Rory and I a ride out to the tiny man made beach where we met a big crew of folks who swam around all day. I got a bit sun burned, but dammit was it worth it. We returned to Danny's Mom's house for some ice cream cake before heading back to the city. It was a magical day. Last night was the second part of the celebration that lead us to Fontana's where some Tuesday night party was in full effect. We drank free booze for an hour before turning over to PBR's. It was a good time and thanks to Deannie, I have a massive hangover today. Good looks! Happy birthday you handsome superstar.

Don't look for me this weekend. I'll be out of the city thanks to the good looks of Cara who has been kind enough to lend her wheels so I can return for a surprise party. It should prove to be a good one - who's coming with me? C'mon, how can you turn down late night trips to Wal-Mart and some potential gun shooting?