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June 12, 2006

Party Time

Chris and I went to a great party Friday night at a friend's farm outside of Madison and subsequently spent the next TWO DAYS recovering from it. Not just hungover, y'all, but slungover. Slung like I have not been in years. I didn't have a headache or anything, but I felt like somebody turned gravity up to 11 and ripped off the knob. If I was Toby Keith or one of those other Nashvillians who write songs like this, I'd put something together about the perils of whiskey and whiffle ball, which is a combo about as perilous as they come.

The host spun Be Sure... at the party and hearing us wafting over the trees of the tick-infested GA woods was a weird sensation. I haven't listened to the album in a long time, and once again I was very pleasantly surprised as were the other party goers who were, it seemed, sincerely complimentary. It made me very proud and happy about that recording, the anniversary of which we will celebrate next month. That's weird. In some ways, it feels like a very long time ago. Almost everybody we know has reached a very blase state about the album, including us, so it was nice to be around some fresh ears and see their eyes go wide and have them ask specific questions about this thing we still kind of regard as something we dreamed up. It was a very fun night, and that was a nice moment.

We are allegedly seeing the Chaos this weekend to do some rocking. Right now, Vince should be making a list on a napkin about what stuff he wants to bring and how many cables he'll need to make it all work in JoLowe's living room. We have not seen them in a long time, so I am more than looking forward to it.

(Update on the tax audit thing I wrote about last time: Ehhh... it didn't go well. At all. As a matter of fact, the worst case scenario became reality. It took us about three weeks to emerge from that murderous rage. A visit from my friend Julie improved our moods considerably, though. I'm sick of being so pissed off all the time, really. So, we're appealing the decision. They'll get that money by prying it from my cold, dead hands, and you can put that in a song and smoke it. )

Posted by The DMs at 10:10 AM