Hole in One . . . More Like a Double Bogie

Shane is right. We really need to talk to Abraxas, the booking agent. I mean, this is where we “played” last night:

I called up Abraxas and she was like, “Dude, I thought you wanted to open up new audiences to the Blood Orphans majesty. What gives?” If you detect some defensiveness there, well you wouldn’t be imagining it. I mean, WHAT the HELL was she thinking? We asked the proprietor — who looked at us like we were trash — if we could move some of those chairs in the first picture and at least try and play an acoustic set, but the two people in that picture scoffed and whined and sipped their Virgin Daquiris, so we got negged. There were like twenty fans there too, which is more than enough to play a show too, but then, just when I negotiated the back of the lounge for a stage, right next to the Golden Tee, Darlo mouthed off to some old lady and we got booted on our skinny asses. So now I have to babysit Darlo too? The night ended with a bunch of us back at Darlo’s doing some lines of, Jesus, some of the best blow I’ve had in forever. I mean, this shit was cut with God’s Breath. Anyway, we’re headed north tomorrow to the Twisted Vine in San Luis Obispo. Sounds interesting, but I better go call Abraxas and show her what for!