First, let me apologize for the nasty weather that is supposed to be coming down on our brains late tonight. When it was so beautiful yesterday (I actually wore shorts outside on my way to the gym) that I thought to myself "Hey - maybe the hellish winter is actually over and there will be no snow!" As you all know, the Holy Ghost hates my ever-living guts and is punishing the entire New England area with another pantload of the white stuff. And for this, I apologize. Like the when original Van Halen line-up broke up, I blame myself.
But there is some good news:
- The snow won't be starting until after midnight, meaning that your travel to and from the Abbey Lounge for tonight's Week 4 of the residency will be unimpeded.
- The South Shore is predicted to get almost ten inches of snow, meaning my 70-year old father will be out there shoveling. Hello, inheritance!
- Orange Park, Harris and Fooled By April will be joining us at the show.
- Mike has promised that if we get more than half an inch of snow before the end of the last band, he'll run around outside with no pants. Bring your sunglasses as not to be blinded by the stark whiteness that is Mirabella's balls.
See you tonight, bitches!
But there is some good news:
- The snow won't be starting until after midnight, meaning that your travel to and from the Abbey Lounge for tonight's Week 4 of the residency will be unimpeded.
- The South Shore is predicted to get almost ten inches of snow, meaning my 70-year old father will be out there shoveling. Hello, inheritance!
- Orange Park, Harris and Fooled By April will be joining us at the show.
- Mike has promised that if we get more than half an inch of snow before the end of the last band, he'll run around outside with no pants. Bring your sunglasses as not to be blinded by the stark whiteness that is Mirabella's balls.
See you tonight, bitches!
6 Comments:
You have an obsession with balls. You should have that checked out.
I already had my balls checked. We're clean!
Dear Brendan, I am writing you from a conference room in the lovely IBM Southbury complex in scenic Southbury, CT. I need to type this quickly, as someone across the table is attempting to explain accounting to me. Ahem. Balls. Big hanging, clanging balls. Like they say in Dublin, Ba-uwls. A little louder, BALLS. Yours, Vin.
But I've got the biggest balls of them all.
"My balls hurt because they're so BIG." - Mike Mirabella
He actually said that, folks.
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