Well man it's been a while since anyone blogged.  Sorry about that y'all.  Hope everyone's doing well.  We've been having a blast playing with a bunch of different folks and just haveing fun!!  Staying pretty busy and getting geared up for the international release of To The Bone.

Anyway, I've got a funny story for y'all.  It's partly funny anyway.  Well it's really more embarrassing.  And if you guessed alcohol was involved... well right you are!!  I titled this post "Sorry Todd," but really I should apologize to my sister and our friend Matt Gonzales as well.  Heheheh. 

OK so I started out playing a solo set at a benefit for our musical brother Larry Johnson at Shakespeare Pub.  Lovely time.  Had a blast.  BUnch of old friends.  Made some new ones.  Pretty ladies.  Delightful.  Started drinking my new favorite drink Dewar's on the rocks.  Did this for about four hours interspersed with the free BBQ that was provided for those of us that had maybe had a few.  Wink, nudge.  Thank goodness for that stuff.  Anyway, decided it's about time to head to the hacienda.  So get home and hooked up with my sis.  We love to hang at McElroy's Pub.  Nice place.  Great folks.  Close to home.  Perfect.  We go over there and are hanging with our dear friend and champion of immeasurable magnitude Matt Gonzales.

Cut to midnight, say.  Now I don't believe I mentioned that I started drinking around 4:30.  So there, now it's mentioned.  What's that, 7 and a half hours?  Uh, yeah.  Now back to midnight.  Still drinking.  Tequila shots with a Dewar's/Rocks back.  That's scotch on the rocks for those of you that don't have iron livers.  I'll admit it, I'm experienced.  Perhaps too much so.  My sis, Matt, me.  Dearest Sister goes to the bar to procure us another round.  Whilst at said bar she meets and invites back to our table one youngster by the name of Todd.  I think.  By this point for me things are slurry & blurry.  Although I'm still well enough composed to be a complete dick to poor Todd.  That's right believe it or not poor sweet Orq a complete and total asshole.  Now, most of the time I'm a sweetie.  But every now and then with enough booze...well, yeah.  It's douche time.  Maybe it was the scotsman in me.  Or the big brother.  Or the West Texas redneck.  Scotch & tequila?  All of the above?  You decide.  Hell I can't decide.  I can barely remember. 

So from what I recall I was giving Todd the business perhaps in subtle ways.  My sister in passing asked to see his ID which in context of the situation was completely normal.  Then I asked for it.  I took the ID and gave it a perusal.  I found out later what I said.  Here's a direct quote from me as recollected by Dearest Sister.

"Oh look, you're birthday is May first.  May day.  Gay day.  Do you like boys Todd?"  Then I proceeded to throw Todd's ID away into space.  It disappearred.  Whoops.  Uh.  Whoops?  Luckily, Matt G. (champion of immeasurable magnitude) finds the thing in about ten seconds like magic.  And Todd I think proceeds to take his leave.  Wise fellow. 

Yep so that's my embarrassing story.  It's been a while since something like that has happened.  That's why usually I don't drink for 8 hours straight.  It does things to the mind.  Crazy things!!  Anyway Todd if you're reading this please take this as my most humble apology.  I'll buy you a beer next time I see you.  You are a gentleman not to have come across the table and tore me a new one.  Also sorry to my sister and Matt G. for my turkey ways.  Hey does anyone else hear that weird almost-piano-sounding Doogie Howser song?  Nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuhnuhnuh, nuh-nuh, nu,nuhnuhnuh,...nuh-nuh.

Later,

Orq