We started our vacation the night before we left at the St. PatPRICK party at The Earl. There was the usual piercing performances of one sort or another.

And master of ceremonies Chuck Brank giving away hundreds of dollars' worth of tattoos.

EM and I got a gift certificate each, put up with as much of the music as we could, then split. Chuck is one of my favorite people and I love his magazine, now in pretty, glossy format, but I don't share his musical tastes.

The next day we made our way to Macon to see degenerates DC & BC. Almost everyone I know has moved away and contributed to the overpopulation of the earth. The C's have a swell house but their firstborn, J, didn't remember me, or didn't recognize me with the change in facial hair. He had a fine time playing with EM before we headed off to sushi and steak, then just sort of oozed into the couch. I don't have much desire to visit Macon proper and we had a long drive ahead of us the next day so we called it an early night.