I feel like my head is stuck inside an elephants ass. In related news:

Last night went surprisingly perfect. No technical glitches, which was amasing after that sounds check. 

HHHHUUUUGGGGEEE crowd, like, how many thousand?  I don't know, I will find out. Super enthusiastic. Rodger (Circle 23) and Douge (Hypnox) just stould in the middle shouting things about my ass, and taking photos of my baggy-panted butt (Rodger, if I'd have known you were coming, I would have worn stretch pants. Just for you, baby.) Autographed a billion things. Met a million friends (who i'm not gunna list, cause I will forget some one...plus, it'd be a REALLY long list).  Got hit on by all kinds of hot girls (I'm married to the coolest chick on the planet, but thanks!  Its good to know I'm not yucky! Or at least, not SO yucky that it prevent the flirting)

And I got kissed by Jeff from the Last Dance! Who has that photo?

Most beautiful room we've ever played. Could not have BEEN more SteamPunk. Victorian circus paints on emacualtely embeleshed walls. Strange floating dance floor felt like you were in one giant hammuck...and where the floor had breaks it was actually bolted together with copper plates!!

Sold out of so much stuff I don't dare look. ALL the CDs, except of a few Taxidermy. (crap, now I gotta order EVERYTHING again. Crap Crap).