Saturday, February 10, 2007
And After the Show It's the Afterparty!
What could keep the editors from blogging Monz' Friday lunch? How about preparing to go to the debut gig of Monz' new band! That's right, our axe-weilding hero shredded some mean blues guitar to the wild cheers of dozens of beer-besotten onlookers during a 90 minute set (maybe longer -- traffic was so bad and parking at the general event was so non-existant that the editors had to take a shuttle bus from we-don't-know-how-far-away). As we speak the Music Editor (ME) is trying to secure a poorly recorded bootleg of the show he witnessed a fan talking with Mrs. Monz left of the stage taping.
Now someone as unpretentious as Monz doesn't require a rider with dozens of personal favorites on it! Monz buys some food ticks, grabs a Miller Light (we think), later stumbles on the good beer room and pulls a pint, then scarfs down a jumbo egg roll before checking out the jam band in the Southern Rock room. At this point the EIC lost the editorial staff and friends and started wandering the event aimlessly. Where did he find them, half a friggin' hour later? The casino, of course!
Back to Friday: The Usual turned Unusual (i.e., footlong turkey and ham from The Place, baked lays, diet a&w root beer.
What could keep the editors from blogging Monz' Friday lunch? How about preparing to go to the debut gig of Monz' new band! That's right, our axe-weilding hero shredded some mean blues guitar to the wild cheers of dozens of beer-besotten onlookers during a 90 minute set (maybe longer -- traffic was so bad and parking at the general event was so non-existant that the editors had to take a shuttle bus from we-don't-know-how-far-away). As we speak the Music Editor (ME) is trying to secure a poorly recorded bootleg of the show he witnessed a fan talking with Mrs. Monz left of the stage taping.
Now someone as unpretentious as Monz doesn't require a rider with dozens of personal favorites on it! Monz buys some food ticks, grabs a Miller Light (we think), later stumbles on the good beer room and pulls a pint, then scarfs down a jumbo egg roll before checking out the jam band in the Southern Rock room. At this point the EIC lost the editorial staff and friends and started wandering the event aimlessly. Where did he find them, half a friggin' hour later? The casino, of course!
Back to Friday: The Usual turned Unusual (i.e., footlong turkey and ham from The Place, baked lays, diet a&w root beer.
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