We had a pretty good show last nite - even with the bad guitar cords (not chords, those sounded OK). thanks to everyone for showing. We didn't take any pix - so here is a picture of our local bottle collector, Eric. My name is Eric as well; in case you were confused. This Eric would sell his computer for booze.
Every night we practice, somewhere between 8 and 10pm we hear a really loud knock on the door. We then commence the game 'Not it'. If you don't remember this game, here is a little refresher. Pretty simple rules. Someone starts by counting 1,2,3 and everyone shouts "Not it!" Whoever says it last is 'it'. Ours is a little modified, the 1,2,3 part is replaced by the incessant knocking at the door. Usually Brent or I lose.
The loser walks slowly to the door, much like a schoolkid in the morning shuffling their feet looking at the ground as they slowly approach the school entrance. The loser then utters the words "who is it", even though we obviously know who it is. Eric announces himself. It doesn't quite sound like 'Eric' - it's more like "AIRK'. To say it correctly you have to shout it really loudly, with that annoying hollow megaphone-like Eddie Vetteresque tone in your voice. Try it.
We like Eric; he just hangs out a little too long. This is only a problem because he kind of smells like a grease dumpster.
