Holy cow, things got busy in a hurry.

We played Emporia on Friday night and Manhattan Saturday morning. I attended a wedding Saturday night that was simply crazy. Sunday we played in Topeka, KS. I got up early and went to Russell for an auction. We finally left about 2:00pm and arrived back in Manhattan at 5:30am, only to get up and do another auction in town the next night. I left Wednesday for Kansas City for an auctioneer meeting with technology industry leaders that lasted Wednesday night and all day today, only to hurry back to Manhattan this afternoon for an auction tonight. We got done a little early, so I headed to Longhorn’s to see Pete open for Kevin Fowler. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t hang but for a song or two before I just couldn’t do it anymore–not that I couldn’t listen to Pete, but I just couldn’t stay standing without sleeping.

I was watching baseball after the auction on Tuesday with Chris down at Buffalo Wild Wings and we were talking about instant replay. The conversation got me thinking about my mother and how she used to wake me for school with the most random things. Whatever she heard on the news in the morning as she was headed up the stairs she would tell me to get me thinking about something and to have a reason to wake up. I only remembered because I actually remember the time she told me that the NFL had decided to allow instant replay. I really don’t care about the NFL and instant replay, but at the time it seemed to be a very important issue because she told me it was as I was regaining conciousness. I wish my alarm clock would do shit like that. I can’t even get it to find an NPR station.

Vote, you bastards. Do what’s good for the country. Listen to NPR, watch Studio 60, and vote for all the democrats.