A good time was had by all at Jason's 2nd birthday party. Toy trumpets were blown. Elmo cake was eaten. High-pitched screams echoed throughout the suburbs. And that was just Nate. (rim shot)

Now, it's time to shift gears in to full out rock-and-roll mode. As I mentioned earlier this week, my sometimes cover band French Lick (featuring a few ex-Fooled By April members) will be playing a charity show tomorrow night. The charity is Lovelane - a therapeutic horse riding center for children with special needs. We're opening for Gregg Allman. Sure, that should be happening to me. Not ridiculous at all.

Weirdly enough, I'm not as nervous as some of the other band members about opening for a legitimate rock legend. A few of the guys are starting to have little baby freak-outs during rehearsal, saying things like "We can't play Baba O'Reilly that badly - what if Gregg Allman hears us?"

First off, I doubt Gregg Allman will even be awake during our set. I'm guessing he's probably still tired from the 70's and takes some monster pre-show naps. Secondly, I guessing in his 40+ year career, the guy has had some gawd-awful opening acts in his day. We'd have to take a pretty spectacular and unique dump on the stage to even break into Allman's bong resin-filled consciousness.

In fact, that'll be my goal for the evening - do something on stage so bizarre, so tasteless, so unexpected that it makes even the most jaded, "seen everything" rock star stop in his tracks and say, "Dude."

It's all for charity, folks. I'll give you the full report next week.