Well, the weekend has come and gone, and I'm still hurting from it.
Friday night the Mono Ensemble played at the Carousel Lounge, and I think that, for the most part, a good time was had by all. For those of you who have never been to the Carousel, it's a quaint little place on the east side with a carousel theme and a giant elephant behind the stage. The Mono Ensemble had a near miss when it was realized that Jason had neglected to bring any micropohones (it briefly looked like we were going to be doing the Mono Mach 7 Jazz Odyssey), but we were bailed out at the last moment by our fine musical bothers, San Saba County, who showed up right before we played with some mics.
The music was a bit sloppy at times, but decent enough, given the band's level of intoxication. The crowd seemed to have fun. San Saba Co. put on a fine set with a good mix of rock, country, and some really cool bluegrass numbers (makes me realize how much I need to practice my banjo).
Saturday night was the Festivus party. The band had a good time playing, but we were even more trashed on Saturday than we had been on Friday, so I think there were probably some major rough spots (although everyone seemed to enjoy it). Throughout the evening, Eric's hat kept sliding lower and lower over his eyes in direct proportion to his level on intoxication, so that by the second set, most of the cues that he was giving me came in the form of stumbling away from the mic or tilting his head back to peek out from under his hat and make sure the rest of the band was still there. The Mono Ensemble played for a good, long while, and then Crack took over and rocked awhile. Crack did a decent job of rocking, but I was just so damn tired and drunk by the time that I got on the drums with them that I didn't last too long. Someone else took over drum duties when I bailed, though, and Crack rocked on until about 5:00 a.m. (with some additional help from the Mono Ensemble).
Thanks to Mandy and Jeff for hosting. It was a good time. I have heard rumblings that there were some non-music related moments where the party got a little bumpy, but thankfully, I was blissfully ignorant and just rocked my way through the fog until about 4:30 a.m., when I stumbled back across the street and collapsed into my bed.
Also, thanks to Jackie for complimenting my blog at Festivus. Maybe it was just the beer talking, but she said she really enjoyed the blog, and let's face it, as a blogger, I need all the support that I can get (hmmmm... maybe blogging isn't the only area of my life requiring that level of neediness, but I'll take it where I can get it) .
Sunday was only about half a day because of how late I got up. Sunday involved a lot of sleeping, some eating with the Wilsons and the party dregs who couldn't drive their sorry asses home the night before (I'm looking at you, Rami Reid). Overall, good weekend.