Been awhile since I've regaled you with a blog. The reason? I forgot. Just how it goes.
Actually, things have been a little crazy around here lately, so, for one of the few times in my personal history, "I forgot" is a legitimate excuse.
To that end, the 'crazy' started last Thursday morning when Miles, Castle and I hopped on a plane and flew to Sacramento for Aftershock, the big rock/ metal festival there. In addition to Metallica, the Misfits and a host of others, our local boy Aryon Jones opened the whole deal. Somehow, we made it on time to see him... and he rocked.
Understand that he played Friday... the day AFTER we landed or, more to the point, the day after the NIGHT we got real, real drunk. Sadly, I got the drunkest. I don't remember this to be true, but I was told by Miles, Castle and more importantly, the general manager of the hotel we were staying at. Yea.
I woke up in my room at 9:15 because the actual hotel phone rang. That seemed odd enough, but when I answered, I was told, "Hi Mr. Hill, this *** the general manager. We need to discuss what happened last night."
See, I didn't remember (and still don't know exactly) what happened, but the story she shared with me was a f**king doozy. Kinda proud of myself for the voracity of my actions, but damn, shouldn't happen again. It was bad- bad. But I can live with it... and the mystery injury to my right knee that still hasn't healed.
And no, I'm not sharing any details.
OK, I'm outta here.
Until next time, do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!"