Hell, by the time the song was finished, I'd even managed to win over the lead singer dude and he suggested that I sing a second song! (And I don't even remember what song it was - only that I knew it even less-well than the Lit song).
So after a few songs, the band, (who I've since found out is called Drunk Uncle Bob) took a break. I pulled the singer aside and this time I managed to convince him to let me sing a song! Then after he agreed to let me do it, it almost didn't happen because I didn't know most of the songs in the bands repertoire. In the end I managed to convince him that I sorta knew the words to My Own Worst Enemy by Lit and that I'd be able to wing it. Check out the singer's expression: totally annoyed because I'm messing up the words. Hahah.
Me and a guy named Billy Lashavicke (sp?) who I don't think I even said like 10 words to in all the 6 years we went to school together - but then 11 years and three Scotches later and you're best buds!
First thing I did upon arriving in town on Wednesday evening was pick up Kim Wilson (my senior prom date, awwww) who was in town from North Carolina and head over to a bar in town called "The Barn," which before all major holidays is the best place to find other people you went to high school with.
Immediately upon entering the bar we ran into the Wilcheck sister (Joslyn & Adrian). We thought we'd hit the RHS jackpot for sure, but The Barn turned out to be...
