So the St. Patrick’s show was great. Many people said very nice things about my singing, which was super awesome. We played well, only screwed up a few times, and thankfully we were the only ones who noticed. A drunken me left my cell phone in the cab, though, and the furious amounts of self-deprecation and loathing completely ovewhelmed any nice feelings I had about the show. I yelled at myself and kicked the sheets and called myself an idiot over and over again.

I mean, long story short I got the phone back, because Chicago’s cab drivers are AWESOME. I still felt like an idiot though. At least I was smart enough to only do ONE shot of whiskey. The rest of the band did, like, three.