Friday, March 4

2:50 pm
Mohegan

Christ, I'm tired.

Apparently being 49 brings with it a mid-day nap requirement.  Sat down for a few minutes and now I'm about to nod off.  I guess it's because I'm coming down off the adrenaline rush of the last few days.

Or maybe I'm just getting old.

But the Circus rolls on... Mohegan tonight, the Garden again tomorrow, then heading for Chicago.  Hope the weather is decent there.   I know it will be cold as a Witch's Tit, but as long as there's not a blizzard I'm good.

I just won't go outside, ha ha.

Gotta get up early again tomorrow, which sucks.  But it's for a good reason.  My Doc managed to get me in with that urologist at NY Pres, but the only time he could do it is 9 am tomorrow morning.  I was surprised he's seeing me on a Saturday and on such short notice, since the only people with bigger egos than Rock Stars are doctors.  He must have a later tee time, ha ha.

Gonna suck to get up and out that early, but I'll gladly do it.  I can always come home and take a nap.  Cate's going with me, at the Doc's request.  Apparently he likes to talk to the woman too, so she understands what will happen and "how to take care of her man."  (Doc's words, not mine).  Yeah, this could be fun.  I hope he's not as condescending as that sounds.  Cate will put him in his place pretty damned fast, ego or not.

I may have to warn her to play nice if we want to get me booked for this de-neuter anytime soon.

Speaking of naps... There's a nice couch in the green room....

11:50 pm
Helo, Headed Home

Man, what a fun night!  Great show, great energy, great time.

I should let Cate and Steph make the setlist more often.  Of course if my wife had her way our shows would be 6 hours long and filled with songs I don't even remember recording, ha ha.  But she and Steph did okay.  Not quite as balanced as I would normally make it, but what the Hell.  It was fun.  Did both their songs so my Girls are happy.  That's always a good thing.

Cate brought the kids out with her on the helo this afternoon after she got off work and they got out of school.  Just Jess and Steph, the Chuckleheads stayed home with Dorothea.  Oh, and Brendan too.  Apparently it was Date Night.  At least somebody could have warned me.

But I can't think of a better date for my daughter and her boyfriend than seeing her Old Man in action.  Make him realize just how cool I really am.  And that I can still kick his ass even though I'm almost 50.  Maybe he'll think twice before trying anything with my Baby Girl.  I shot him a few fierce looks from the stage and he seemed to get the message.

Yeah, yeah, I know.  Brendan's a good kid.  I had my eye on him all night; he was into the show and not making out with Steph and he mostly kept his hands where I could see them.  Most of the gig he held her hand and they slow-danced a little.  Thank God they didn't kiss or I would have lost my concentration.  I suspect they snuck off into a corner backstage while I was changing after the show, but that's fine.  As long as I can't see it I can choose to believe they're just bowling partners, ha ha.

Jesse was on the prowl.  Now that I know what he's really up to I can see right through him.  He was totally checking out all the tits on display in the Pit.  There was a tall brunette in a cowboy hat and a tight t-shirt he was grinning at all night.  He has good taste--she was stacked.

Before the show Jess was chatting up some cute little blonde co-ed who was there with the roadie classroom thing.  He even got her phone number.  Now he's sitting as far away from his sister and her boyfriend as possible, smirking as he looks out the window of the helo.  Wonder if he's thinking about arranging a little booty call for this weekend?  Think we're gonna have to have another one of those talks.

Cate is snuggled up beside me listening to her iPod and trying to sneak a peek at what I'm writing.  Actually, she's probably read every word.  Yep, she's smirking too.  She has.  Enjoy it, Cate -- the only reason I'm letting you read this is because you gave me fantastic Birthday Head.

Heh heh.  Blushing now, are you?

That's one way to get her to stop reading.  Well, when she peeks back at this again she'll see that I wrote about how much I love her and how happy I am that she's been at these last few shows.  I'm always better when she's around.  I wish it could be this way all the time, but I understand why it can't.  So I'll take what I can get.

And instead of hanging around the casino with the other guys I'm more than happy to go home and curl up in bed with her, then get up at a ridiculous hour to go see a guy about untying my balls so we can make a baby together.

What a fabulous Rock Star life, ha ha.  But I love it more than anything.

She's peeking again.

I love you, Baby.  Thanks for being my wife. : )