Three Hours Away

Well, it all comes down to this. In a few hours, we take the stage for our first real performance. Ignore the fact that it’s an open mic, and a band made up of a jug player, a kazoo player and a guy playing two spoons off his knee would get a chance to play.

What can you expect? An emotional roller coaster. Some decent musicianship. A crowd that includes Ma and Pa Wernert and Weber Shandwick coworkers. And most of all … some good old-fashioned fun. Because if it’s not fun, I wouldn’t be playing.

Now … where’s my jug?