greetings, my children, your puffin has returned! since brian is going to be out playing rock star for a few weeks, i have come out of blogging retirement as one of the fabulous guest posters. how the fuck brian got andrew w.k. to join in the fun i'll never know (and yes, he is your mother/father).

last night, i went out for some good ol' ramsi's food with the rasnastic one (look, he's over there —>), the norm and his gal-friday, lisa. the food was better than usual, but i thought the norm was going to pull a bruce banner on the waitress when she told him that he didn't want the type of wine that he ordered. "it's cheap and nasty" was her excuse. i chimed in that he loves cheap and nasty. of course the norm's reply was "well, what do i want?!" you gotta hate opinionated servers, that's why i stick to beer kids.

after that we hit the rud to see brian's rock 'n' roll debut. the first act showed up late and took forever to set up. they were… o.k. the second act was… o.k. telavet went on third and of course they rocked (scotty b. was actually loud enough to be heard, which is a good thing). next was the kilowatt hours with brian. i did not heckle my boy like wanted to, which is surprising 'cause i was pretty fucking smashed. the boy did well and i was proud. i'm looking forward to the vh1: behind the music on this tour.

cheers.