I'm hurtin. It's all American English's fault, or rather, it's my friend Jacky's fault for telling me about the show in the first place.
Do you think that cover bands pull a lot of tail? I mean, I'm sure they're not getting as much as the real artists are, but it's gotta be one of those crazy midlife-housewife fantasies to make it with a Beatle, real or not.
This weekend I'm going to be operating the beer tent at St. Charles' Pride of the Fox festival with my hetero lifemate, Kelli. So come out Friday, Saturday, and Sunday… and be sure to tip us, goddamnit.
I only offered to work there because we get free beer and tips… but then I found out that they have rockabilly bands, sixties pop, and forties swing all weekend. So I probably would've ended up there anyway. Might as well get paid for it.
I'm not gonna lie. I'm really cranky today. Severely hungover. Kinda broke, kinda lonely.