A fantastic night. I wish we're gotten to Philadelphia early enough that we could have gone and picked up our benefactor, Shane, and brought him there. It was truly a spectacular night - and Shane would've Loved it - but unfortunately, it, like so many other places, is 21+.

A shame that Shane be so youthful.

We need to get him some sort of government pass that allows him into all nooks and crannies of the music world. Something, preferably, which also allows him to bring along a couple of college-aged friends.

We met a couple of really cool people, including Leigh - who played the house piano so's you didn't notice the 10 dead keys and the couple that were out of tune - and the host Todd - and a fantastic bass player who I can't remember the name of off the top of my head but who did a fantastic version of Jimi Hendrix's "Castles Made of Sand" on bass - all tapping and harmonics.

Despite the joy of the evening, we soon had to retire to Shane's place, our home in Philadelphia. Parking was Hell, as usual, and 20 minutes of circling only landed us a spot 6 blocks away in an alley, which inspired us to call Shane and gather Ryan to help us get EVERYTHING of value out of the Saturn.

The government pass should also give Shane the power to freely and immediately have cars towed - he'd use his powers wisely, I'm sure...

And we collapsed into the waiting arms of Drexel hospitality. We shot the shit about shit for a couple of hours, before finally retiring at 3am (hey - rockstars have to be responsible, and put their friends to bed - Shane had work in the morning, Ryan had a MIDTERM at 8 this morning, and Ian - well... I'm not actually sure that Ian goes to class - I think he may be lurking around here now...).

I worry, because I think Heather is willing, now, after last night's conversation, to grab me to come see any monumentally fantastic stool she may happen to produce.