I just hosted a little fiesta of sorts here at Camp Bovine with some internet (and real) friends. We did a weekend about three weeks ago and had a fine time, lots of music did we play, lots of food did we eat, gallons of vodka did we drink.
Had about ten people here in the house and another two or three in various locations around northern Dallas.
About a week before that, Mister Mobay and I attended a very bass-centric fiesta with some of the TalkBass faithful. That was not quite as much fun, considering it was about the same temperature as, oh, the SURFACE OF THE FREAKIN SUN, plus there was a massive amount of wankage and a plethora of boutique basses (only Larry and I were really interested in each others basses, heh heh) but still - it was good to see so many bassists and basses in one place.
Anyhoo, it's a bit too soon to impose on the lovely Miss Erika and besides, I have to do some travelin' purdy soon in order to (further) defraud the government of some serious money (yeah, I do contract work, but I don't mean it, really) so anything here would have to be early next year.
I'm game, but I have to (a) keep the wife happy and (b) actually work a little this fall. Sucks, don't it? Work, I mean. Keeping the wife happy is usually pleasurable work, as they say.
But don't in any way let me hold you guys up. Go forth! Play bass! Be wankers!
But one of these days, I'm showing up at Jon's house, so look out.