Random Monday Gig

I had a gig last night on a monday, which I've never really liked.  I guess simply because it's a monday and I wonder why I'm in a bar on a monday.  That seems simple enough.  It was funny to see my band instantly get into band mode and start to have drinks.  It was dollar taco night and they had some of those.  And then I suddenly noticed how I wasn't eating (I ate right before I left for the gig), and I wasn't drinking.  No one said anything, and that was awesome.  I feel like I would of talked some smack to me before I started this program, but I've explained it to my band time and time again so they practically didn't notice.  I should mention we practice three days a week and while on thursdays they (and I used to) have a lot of beers but I never do since I've been doing this.  I was actually really proud of my band for the support.  It's the first time I actually noticed it.  They weren't giving me crap about it before but they could have.

The night actually turned out to be awesome.  The first band were these two girls from miami.  A drummer that threw down while singing, and a wicked keys player that had a beautiful voice.  They were the biggest sounding two person band I've ever heard and their songs all rocked.  The next band was from philly and brought a full stage worth of equipment.  They had both electronic instruments and tons of drums scattered everywhere.  At one point it sounded like a drum line was on stage all while they were singing.  I can't really explain them or the other band that well but they were both full of energy and had original sounds without being "weird".  My band agreed that it was our worst performance ever.  But our worst isn't bad at all.  We don't know why it was, but we were headlining on a monday.  We didn't start performing until 11:30.  The crowd was still yelling and screaming loving the music and we still did our thing (we're a party band that jumps around stage soloing and talking to the crowd about normal life awesomeness).  We felt like crap but everyone loved us.  We got along with the other bands really well throughout the night, and are going to try to meet up again on tour or back in chicago.  I had a lot of fun.

I didn't get home until 1:30 and had to live a normal tuesday.  Working out was hard as hell.  I noticed my failure came faster than other "normal" days.  But I'm still proud that I didn't break the diet and still did my thing.  I'm sure the workout will be back to the same strength tomorrow after I get a "normal" nights sleep.

I'm going to take my next picture in the morning because I have the four pack rocking then.  I lose it later in the day (I take my picture at night after all my meals).  I've got to stop slacking on the picture front.  I hate cameras but I've got to learn how to use one properly.

Kiwis are funny.