So Friday night was supposed to be just another percussion rehearsal until the wee hours of the night...and it was.

Chris H and I hit up PAWS' pool tables afterwards, as usual. To our surprise there was a country band playing. I don't really like country, so I kinda just dismissed them, although the drummer was smokin'. Chris left, but I hung out with Kate C, Summer-Rain, and some other peeps. I talked to the drummer, Frank the Tank, afterwards, and him and I traded drumsticks. A few pictures were taken, but the most interesting part was that the band wanted a place to chill until they had to leave around midnight.

So...I got my shit for band together, and we went to Millenium Hall and chilled with the band for about an hour. Stuff went down...for instance, the Mandolin player, Derek, stripped to his boxer briefs and put on a bright red apron that said in white letters, "Kiss the Donor." He preceded to frolock in the halls with it on, Bacardi in hand.

Summer-Rain sucked Frank's face for approximately a million years, and then we went back upstairs and crashed at like...2:30. Craziness.

More on the Delaware Game and Sunday later. Right now I need substinence.