More drooling.

Right. So I’m forcing myself to post, even though I’m dead fucking tired, and I have so many overdue shipments to pack, it’s making my fuckin’ head spin.

A million hugs to my bouncy blonde brother, without whom the Lab would have ceased to exist.

Ted’s birthday was on the 17th. We’re not going to talk about that day, since it was shit.

On the 18th we went to his mother’s surprise party in the afternoon, and then went to see Kiss / Aerosmith at Hyundai Pavilion that night. The party was really cool. I love Ted, and I love his family, and most importantly… his mommy was a very, very happy girl.

Once again, I’ll say… it does pay to work in the music industry. Backstage passes, killer seats, and drink tickets… life is good. Kiss was perfectly killer as usual — you can’t beat copious stage blood and explosions for a sure-fire good time — but it really was all about Aerosmith. If you haven’t seen them perform, you haven’t lived. Ted has seen them perform every single time they’ve been in Los Angeles since 1976 or some shit. Me, I’ve only seen them five times so far, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Joy and jubilation: they’re coming back to So Cal in December, and it’s a show we’re promoting.

Life is good, indeed.

Going to shows (particularly Aerosmith) is always a really romantic night for me and my consort, despite having to sit in the bed of my truck for almost two hours, waiting to get out of the bloody parking lot. I’m not going to get into the gory details, suffice to say that it was an evening I won’t soon forget.

Yeah, I love that guy. Five years together in December.

Right. Enough writing for now. I was going to delve into my theories about why contemporary ‘rock’ shows suck my ass, but I need to get back to work.