Weekends. Phew!

IT USED TO be that weekends were mainly a time to recover from a hectic work week, or to work a weekend shift.

Then I joined the Cheeseburgers. And opened a music store. And quit my "real" job. Now weekends are blurs and more fun that you should be allowed to have.

It starts tonight with Happy Hour(s) at Second String Music. The gang from Pepper Spray will be "practicing" songs, which means we will play anything we can come up with and not worry about butchering it.

Saturday is the annual St. Patrick's Day Parade and party downtown, and we are fired up about having a bunch of people at Fifth and Maine. Saturday afternoon we set up for the Cheeseburger's gig at One Restaurant, and we play from 8:30 to 12:30.

Sunday I might sleep for an hour or two. Maybe not. Sunday evening about 6, Pepper Spray is playing at The Blind Pig in Quincy.

Monday? Well. Here's my butt. Here is me with a rope, dragging it.

Let the weekend begin. Where is my No Doze, anyway?