Rob and I were invited to Mike the drummer’s 40th birthday party. Upon walking into their house, his wife said, “Hello Rob! Hello Mike (the Guitarist), Hello… YOU!” I could tell she didn’t remember my name but I am sure she recognized my physical form since she didn’t ask what I was doing trying to crash her husband’s party. I really feel like we are making huge steps and soon she will be my very best friend.

The party was catered and there were a ton of these little miniature appetizers… tiny hoagies, tiny cheesesteaks, tiny strombolis, etc… I guess it was around 10:00 the guys decided to play some songs and we descended into the basement. In between songs, a man came over to me and asked, “So which band member are you with? All of them?” My jaw practically hit the floor. Luckily I stayed calm, looked him in the eye and said, “Now that’s an inappropriate comment, isn’t it?” The guy then started stammering and sputtering saying something about it being a joke. I enjoyed watching him fall apart. Sometimes it is best to just come straight out and tell a person they are an idiot because education is obviously something they need. He later came back to me (I think to strike back) and said, “I thought you were tall until I saw your shoes.” It’s true; I was wearing heels, as most women do. I just smiled at him but I wanted to say, “Yeah, when I take off my shoes I stand only 5 foot 2.” Really a better response would have been asking if he’d like one of my tall shoes shoved up his ass. Otherwise everyone at the party was delightful; they didn’t say a word to me and left me alone. The guys sounded great and I had a wonderful time listening to them play. In fact, this was the longest they ever played together since their sets at the Whitpain Tavern typically consist of 4 songs. I really wish they would add some Monkees or Elvis to their repertoire.