Reckless Kelly

I'm still figuring out, and might be forever, how I'm supposed to and going to use the Blogosphere.
I'm home from San Francisco, having had a great trip. Picked up Mark Thursday midday at SFO, took him to the Phoenix where he had reserved a room. We walked around town and met up with RK at Slim's for their soundcheck. Hang Jones was the opening act. I had a beer while watching them. They finished and said RK would be right up. It may have been 50 or 60 minutes before they came out. I know I had time to go out to the bus and have a beer with the band, thanks Willie, and a long, comfortable talk. Seeing them live is a thrill, as they're collectively the best musicians I've ever seen. They're also really down to earth, nice guys.

Exit the bus, cross the sidewalk, identify myself at the window as a guest, proceed in and have 3 more pints of Big Daddy, a local microbrew, during the course of the show, complements of Mark. Great show. Back on the bus for a couple more Budlights with Jay and Chris (Shifty) and a couple of joints. I think it was a few minutes before one when I staggered my way back to the Phoenix. Mark stayed until they were ready to go and they dropped him off the bus. I was out deep and didn't even hear him come in. Had such a great time the worst hangover in a long time didn't bother me. I dropped Mark at SFO about 11:30 and was home by one.
After the urgent bio stop, I found medicinal relief in the normal way and began winning the battle against the hangover. At this hour I've had two tokes since arriving home and won't toke again until morning. It gave me the energy and balance to walk down and get the mail, and hit balls to Java until she'd tired out. And now, I think I'll say goodnight.