I sat in with some buddies Tuesday night at a gig that didn't start until 10:00pm so I didn't get home until after 2:00am. Nobody to blame but myself but gawd what fun! A live band backing up karaoke night with an emphasis on metal tunes in a college town is un-b-fucking-leavable!
But I've paid the price the last two days. To quote one of my heroes, Homer Simpson:
I used to rock and roll all night and party ev-er-ry day. Then it was every other day. Now I'm lucky if I can find half an hour a week in which to get funky.