If I'm lucky, maybe my head will explode...

Sweet Jesus...there is a large group of dancers in my head. Wearing clogs and doing the Riverdance. Fueled by too much wine last night. Please, little noisy dancers, please go away. Yes, I know splitting a second bottle of wine with Chris gave you an open invitation, but I didn't... Wait, what's that? Stop the banging for a minute so I can hear you. Oh, it wasn't the second bottle of wine, you say? It was the Rock Lobster shot at The Keyhole? I had forgotten about that. And I did what? Drank a glass of Merlot after that? If you guys could just stop jumping around for a minute, I would be able to concentrate a little better. Ahh, that's much quieter, thank you. Thank you. What do you mean this is just an intermission? How long is the damned show? And there's a what? Grand Finale? It involves how many dancers in clogs? Holy shit.

Okay, go ahead and finish the goddamn show, but I swear, I'll never ask you guys to perform again. Well, until next time anyway...