There's some weird graffiti scrawled across the men's room at the Abbey Lounge that says "SCAMPER: The Thighs of March Are Upon Us." I'm not really sure exactly what it means, but today means sadly that the thighs of March are officially over, along with the Scamper residency. I know it's sad, but it's time to make way for the wings of April and (God willing) the breasts of May.

Last night was a terrific, racuous rock show with a wonderful, loving crowd. The perfect send-off for a month of hard work. Even when we're exhausted, punchy and/or sick to death of looking across the stage to see Nate sprawled across the floor, you guys always pick us up. Playing for you is an honor and a pleasure and I'll miss doing it every week.

Thanks to all the bands who joined us this month - too many to single out. It's amazing that you can play 5 nights of music with a total 14 other bands and like them ALL. I'm not just being a bullshit kiss-ass artist either - every band we played with was great. Cheers to them all.

As for me, I'm taking a few days to fly to Chicago for Gordon's (of Fooled By April fame) wedding, so I'll be sure to give you reports on my drunken dancing and romantic failures. Have a great weekend, everyone and I hope you all aren't too jealous of Cherylyn for winning the toaster oven.

Oh, and Opening Day on Sunday. Sox-Yankees. What the fuck?