awk-warrrrrrrrrrd

Good God, is it hot. My car informed me at was 102 degrees out, this was shortly after I had discovered I had melted to my seat. My car then informed I should buy gold as the market was looking up, I think my car has delusions of grandeur and might quite possibly be smarter than I am. I'm pretty sure I could take it in Double Jeopardy though.

Anyway, we were total rockstars this weekend...we played at Heather and Graham's wedding reception/party (congrats again, suckers!) and we all had a good time. I don't quite think Chris got the hint though when we kept sending him off to get more beer, or some cake, or that tasty bread with Parmesan...even when we did it in the middle of the song he didn't catch on....

Oz: (playing guitar) Hey Chris?
Chris: (soloing), What it is buddy?
O: Hey, umm...could you go get us some fresh towelettes? It's hot up here.
C: But I'm wanking on a solo right now....
O: You know I hate when my palms get damp and sweaty, Christopher.
C: But...
O: Damp is bad! Go now, or I shall smite thee! Buddy.
C: Okay, buddy, I guess you're right....(exits stage forlornly)

...and coincidentally Graham would just wander onto the stage and jam out on his custom Brizendine Uke-acoustic. And then we would change our name on the backdrop when Chris wasn't looking....
Of course there was that awkward moment when Chris would walk back up to the stage with a handul of moist towelettes with a confused look on his face.

Chris: What's that?
Keith: What's what?
C: Umm, THAT. 2 Live what?
K: Errr....hey thanks for the towelettes! You're such a buddy. Graham, give Chris his guitar back, it's not nice to rub the back of his Gibson on your bare belly.
Graham: Awwww....okay.
C: What??????
K: Uhhh, hey nice shirt Chris, you look pimp tonight!
C: Huh? What the %^& is going on?
K: I don't know what you're talking about....hey I'm outta beer wanna go get us two more pal?

and so it continues....more to follow on Big Trouble in Little Monkeyland.