Last night was unbelievably long.
First we rocked a show at Iguana Macks, which was actually pretty awesome, us and a grip of rock bands and people were really digging it. Our manager also turns out to have a secret double identity as a killer dj, which was a great realization as well.
Throughout the rest of the night we drank Louis the XIII, I was attacked by jumper cactus (still digging the needles out of my legs), dealt with raging females, convinced the driver to leave the car and come get it in, and just caused general mayhem, and we never got to link with the investor (the reason we went out). Ah yes, another Saturday in Scottsdale.
Anyway, we got booked for the 944 magazine issue release Luau in a few weeks, which is a good look, and apparently we're opening for Mickey Avalon at The Marquee... Things are looking up.
