Slingin' Back Bloodies And Singin' With Buddies -or- No Post On Sundays, My Ass!

Hello, the computer. Just got back from Ft. Wayne a short time ago. Show was fun. It's the first time Wringer has played outside of Bloomington. To be honest, we played like shit. I can't speak for the other guys in Wringer, but I get mad nerves every time I perform. There are a couple different ways of dealing with those nerves, but usually, Jim Beam is my go-to guy. Unfortunately, I forgot to invite ol' Jim to the show last night.

On the flip side of that, all the folks we met in Ft. Wayne were all hecka sweet after we played and stoked on our band and our CDs and shirts and shit. They were awesome. Gutshot is a good band and a bunch of nice dudes. They and their friends made our night.

As for the bar we played in... That shit was weird. O'Sullivan's is an "Irish-Italian pub". Now, I don't know about you guys, but I've seen Boardwalk Empire, and although the Irish and the Italians may have a similar penchant for bootlegging liquor and murdering Greeks, everyone knows they're just too different to ever really get along. In spite of this, we washed down our pizza with Killian's, and it was pretty alright. As for Greeks, well, there were some frat boys in attendance, so go figure.

Also, if you ever find yourself in Ft. Wayne (for some stupid fucking reason) and have a hankering for a decent Bloody Mary, go to O'Sullivan's and ask for Pam. Seriously.

Some crazy shit may be on the horizon, but for now I just need to focus on the immediate... Getting these jams tight like a b-hole, playing a bunch of shows this week, and then the hunt is on for a job, maybe an apartment with a spare room, and, as always, a wife. Okay, not a wife. But definitely a mistress.

-Anthony