Last night Showalter and I played at the Grog Shop in Cleveland, Ohio. Before the show, I was offered a couple of muscle relaxants, because I was in tremendous pain. So I took them.
(I should probably clarify that when I say "tremendous pain," there was absolutely nothing wrong with me and I was not experiencing any pain whatsoever. I just wanted to take muscle relaxants.)
I was curious to see what they would do to me. As it turns out, not much, except kind of mellow me out.
"Mellow" is kind of a perfect word. I like words that sound like what they mean. It's not quite onomatopoeia, but it's close. Melllllllow. Visions of lava lamps and beanbag chairs. It's just a great word.
The show was pretty good. An appreciative crowd. I did spend probably more time than I should have talking about pre-cum, and the various materials that would be preferable to sperm that should come out of your dick when you ejaculate.
I also brought a woman onto the stage who turned out to be the world's biggest, and possibly only, A-ha fan. If you remember, A-ha was the Norwegian band from the 80s who had a huge hit with "Take On Me." I interviewed her about that. Turns out she's also a second degree black belt in karate. Her name was Holly, and later that night, I regretted not calling her "A-Holly."
But that's what happens. Live and learn.