This went pretty well. Linda perked up before I left the house so I was able to wrap my head around what needed to be done. Dean did real good on the drums, band sounded good, good crowd, my daughter came down to hear us play, and overall a good time was had by all. I had a few cords and some little stuff sitting on the pool table while we were setting up, some little punk couldn't wait two minutes for me to finish so he took my stuff off the table and put it on the floor. That already ruffled my feathers. When he made his big boy break and managed to kick my Strat and case over I went balistic. When his little buddy wanted to get involved I managed to inform them that whipping both their asses would only take a second, and then they could get back to their game, and that they wouldn't like it if they disrespected me or my gear a third time. That was pretty much the end of that dealio, I can assure you. It seemed that no one was curious as to how mad I could get. After that the evening went very smoothly, thank you. A good time was had by all. (Except those two guys)
