Good, good, show June 3rd in Portland. I hadn't seen anything like that since the 80's.
I had a little too much rot-gut whisky, maybe, behaved a bit depraved. Smuggled a flask in and tied it up in the sleeve of my sweater, so when I drank from it, I probably looked like I was snorting my sweater sleeve. Great.
Friends asked why I was rubbing my side the next day. I told them it was muscle weakness from my kidney donation a few years ago. Then I realized I'd actually pulled muscles in my side dancing like a deranged troglodite the night before, but I wouldn't admit it.