on power hours of drinking

this saturday, we played an awesome show, and one hard one. the audience was classic 10:30 sat - 150-200 people, loaded. as some of you know, csz is mostly a "clean" show - meaning, they do their best to skirt the super dirts and dance coyly with innuendo. it's more fun than you'd think, because being that restrained makes everything funnier. anyway, when the host asked what's-your-favorite-food?, the overwhelming response was puss. punano. vajuju. we get it.

instead of losing it, magical good vibes were pushing me to stay as positive as possible, and i lucked out. i had a really fun time as i had all weekend, the audience was my friend.

a couple people there and around town were stressed out after fighting various crowds hard that night, so we hit a local dive called Parrots. super smoky and awful, and probably everything we needed. i think i've mentioned here that if i'm going to drink now i like to go for it, so i strapped on the old boozebag and circled my pals for century club, a game they'd never played. you know, 100 shots of beer in 100 minutes, also known as 60 minutes/"power hour" for you with a lower tolerance.

myself and hanson got to 67 when the bar closed, and robyn who joined later got to about 35. whoops.

america is wasted.

you wouldn't think shots of beer would do this to you, but oh my, it sure does.
we should probably do it soon.

as all drunks do, we peed where we had to, got snacks, laughed a ton and drunk dialed.

we proceeded to later break into comedysportz to pass out on the lobby carpet around 5am, talking fondly about days of yore and preemptively bemoaning the nonexistant rubble heap.