Happy Tuesday, all. Some weekend highlights from my trip up to New Hampshire with French Lick for Bodefest:
- I don't have too many memories of the first few hours of the day, as I was still shaking off the cobwebs from the previous night's Rumble semi-finals, during which I may have had a few drinks. I was in baaaaaaaaaaad shape, almost causing me to miss the road trip. Luckily, Pete and Jordan are old pros at rock and roll touring and were able to help me into shape for the car ride.
Thanks to their TLC, I was able to have a relatively painless ride to New Hampshire during which I was able to piece together some of my prouder moments from the previous evening, including weeping outside a BBQ restaurant, alienating several close friends, and making several slurring phone calls to console recently ousted American Idol contestants. I can't be sure, but I think I snorted pixie sticks off a Scottish terrier. No gnews is good gnews with Brendo GDrunk.
- When we arrived at the venue, we immediately ran into Bode Miller on the elevator. My God. That is a good looking man. I'd get more into it, but I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable just remembering my reaction. But seriously. Good looking guy.
- After soundcheck, we were headed over to the hotel to get some rest when we saw a clown coming in to make balloons for the kids. For some reason, Pete and I decided it would be the most hilarious thing ever if I had sex with the clown that night, just so we could have have the following conversation the next morning:
Pete: Hey Brendan - did you get fucked last night?
Brendan: Better. I got clownfucked.
Pete: No way! Give me all the clowny details, my man!
- I was feeling adventurous during the show and decided to play a little electric guitar. Midway through the first song, I had a striking revelation: "Oh wait - I don't play guitar." So I just turned the volume down to zero and struck a few hot guitar poses. The crowd was none the wiser but sadly, Bode didn't notice.
- The show was really fun and the crowd was great. Thanks so much to Bode and the nice people at Bretton Woods ski resort for having us. It was a blast.
But on to some Scamper rock and roll: a week from today at TT the Bear's with Damone and The Charms. Today is your last chance to express your thoughts on making this one a Moustache Show, as I'll need at least a week to grow anything reasonable.
- I don't have too many memories of the first few hours of the day, as I was still shaking off the cobwebs from the previous night's Rumble semi-finals, during which I may have had a few drinks. I was in baaaaaaaaaaad shape, almost causing me to miss the road trip. Luckily, Pete and Jordan are old pros at rock and roll touring and were able to help me into shape for the car ride.
Thanks to their TLC, I was able to have a relatively painless ride to New Hampshire during which I was able to piece together some of my prouder moments from the previous evening, including weeping outside a BBQ restaurant, alienating several close friends, and making several slurring phone calls to console recently ousted American Idol contestants. I can't be sure, but I think I snorted pixie sticks off a Scottish terrier. No gnews is good gnews with Brendo GDrunk.
- When we arrived at the venue, we immediately ran into Bode Miller on the elevator. My God. That is a good looking man. I'd get more into it, but I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable just remembering my reaction. But seriously. Good looking guy.
- After soundcheck, we were headed over to the hotel to get some rest when we saw a clown coming in to make balloons for the kids. For some reason, Pete and I decided it would be the most hilarious thing ever if I had sex with the clown that night, just so we could have have the following conversation the next morning:
Pete: Hey Brendan - did you get fucked last night?
Brendan: Better. I got clownfucked.
Pete: No way! Give me all the clowny details, my man!
- I was feeling adventurous during the show and decided to play a little electric guitar. Midway through the first song, I had a striking revelation: "Oh wait - I don't play guitar." So I just turned the volume down to zero and struck a few hot guitar poses. The crowd was none the wiser but sadly, Bode didn't notice.
- The show was really fun and the crowd was great. Thanks so much to Bode and the nice people at Bretton Woods ski resort for having us. It was a blast.
But on to some Scamper rock and roll: a week from today at TT the Bear's with Damone and The Charms. Today is your last chance to express your thoughts on making this one a Moustache Show, as I'll need at least a week to grow anything reasonable.






4 Comments:
Seriously, he was weeping outside Redneck's.
Seriously, he was weeping outside Redneck's.
Are you sure he didn't just make that up to make himself look cool?
Hmm. I've wept because of Redneck's, but never outside of it. Everytime I eat there I get ghetto stomach.
Oh, and skiing is the geighest physical activity you can do without rollerblades. Bah.
Bode Miller can ski my mountain ANY day!
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