Psycho Ward
Well-known member
Well I was afraid this would happen, after such a dreamlike experience in SLO reality has set in. I have to work my ass of today preparing for thirty people coming over to my house tomorrow. It’s one of those tricks my wife pulls on me to clean the house up to her level of satisfaction. The place gets a little to messy, bring financial controllers to the house… bunch of wet hens!
Then instead of hanging out with the coolest CEO in the world, this weekend I HAVE to hang out with about fifteen regular CEO’s, the expensive suited, trophy wife collecting, anal types. Here’s where the board retreat is this year.
http://www.thehomestead.com/index2.asp
Sure it’s a nice place and all, but I hate the place! I’ve played there since the seventies in various orchestras, but only got to go thru the front door a few years a go after my wife became a CFO. (When a musician dies and goes to heaven, no pearly gates for us, we’ll have to go in thru the kitchen.) Then on top of that, my KIDS are going, no more laying around the room practicing bass and ordering room service, the place has a friggin “rock wall”.
They organize “spouse” functions and of course I’m the only guy. Some of you guys met me; can you imagine me on a little tour bus with a group of snooty, overly decorated trophy wives going on the antique tour?
God I miss BP and you guys…
Then instead of hanging out with the coolest CEO in the world, this weekend I HAVE to hang out with about fifteen regular CEO’s, the expensive suited, trophy wife collecting, anal types. Here’s where the board retreat is this year.
http://www.thehomestead.com/index2.asp
Sure it’s a nice place and all, but I hate the place! I’ve played there since the seventies in various orchestras, but only got to go thru the front door a few years a go after my wife became a CFO. (When a musician dies and goes to heaven, no pearly gates for us, we’ll have to go in thru the kitchen.) Then on top of that, my KIDS are going, no more laying around the room practicing bass and ordering room service, the place has a friggin “rock wall”.
They organize “spouse” functions and of course I’m the only guy. Some of you guys met me; can you imagine me on a little tour bus with a group of snooty, overly decorated trophy wives going on the antique tour?
God I miss BP and you guys…