Pepito's

We had a good time today. Our regular drummer couldn't make it so we dragged Paige kicking and screaming up on the stage. Ok, so she wasn't kicking and screaming, but she didn't really want to do it. It's been a while since she played drums and she didn't want to make a fool of herself. But hey, why should she be any different than the rest of us? Besides, she did a good job.

Ricky, the screamin' guitarist from the Klones, showed up later and relieved Paige. He's a pretty good drummer. We're going to give him copies of our work CDs so he can learn our songs. We might invite him to be our drummer. Brian is really good but he's 15 and really invloved in Ramona's band. He shouldn't be hanging around with a bunch of 50 year olds, anyway. Or, we'll start looking for someone else. Ricky can be a bit loud.

During the first break I went home and got Dad. He enjoys watching us play (as long as he has ear plugs). He even bought a round of drinks for the band. He hung around for a couple hours. I took him home when it looked like he was getting tired. That's one thing that's nice about Pepito's. It's so close. Too bad that was our last performance there.

Tomorrow we're going to Clark's to find Curcumin and other supplements that fight Alzheimer's. No point waiting for the freakin' VA's geologically slow system to decide to evaluate the evaluation so they can decide if they want to evaluate something else.