Last night I made chicken nuggets for our show at Freddy's and served them to the audience in a festive platter with BBQ sauce.
People appreciate being fed.
And I love nothing more than to throw a good party.

OK, OK, I realized that my anger in the previous post was misdirected and should have in fact been aimed instead at the portion of our crowd who didn't show up to make it a real competition.
Oh wait.
Am I going to piss them off now?
Sigh.
Honesty is such a lovely word.

We fought hard.
We fought long.
We fought bravely, with galor and an accordion.
But in the end, we were outnumbered.
Defeat may wield it's mighty hand.
The BATTLE may be over.
But the WAR, my friends is still on.

TRANSLATION: It was an audience vote last night and the other band brought in more people than us, therefore, more votes than us. We lost to Jersey guys with shiny shirts. Thanks to all those Stupid lovers who showed up last night.

It is minus like, 1000 degrees outside tonight and Matt and I are going out to promote tomorrow's Hard Rock show. You know why? I'll tell you why.
Because WE ARE NO JOKE, people.
That's right.
We take hits for the team.
There's no I in TEAM.

At what point does CONFIDENT Become COCKY?

48 hours until the Hard Rock Cafe final NY round
BATTLE of the Bands.
aka.....STATE.
If ....no, no, no...WHEN we win this, we're going NATIONAL.
Fuckin' A Right.
No loser talk.

Flew to LA for one night for 18 very, very, VERY awesome hours.
(Smile creeping over me)