Saturday AM

We made the finals! How's that for suspense?

Here's how we did it: the band played great, I wore a white suit and red shoes and a Nepalese prayer hat (as usual). We paced our set, spotlighted Matt's terrific guitar playing, and Robbie's perfect drumming, behaved ourselves and didn't spit on the floor. Steve played great and Connie wore one of those ridiculous outfits of hers that makes her look like a private detective's sexy receptionist from a Dashiell Hammett book.

Matt's family cheered and his Dad got the crowd to applaud after the solos. My oldest friends Jock, Bob and George came from DC and were there to remind me that I'm not so hot. Our number one supporter Chuck flew in from DC just to cheer us on.

So last night we sat in BB King's club and waited for the results. All of us. And when we heard our name we cheered, hugged each other and I cried like a baby. My friends let me be an asshole for about an hour, I drank too much wine and then went to bed.

And that's how we did it.