Critical Ass?

Last Saturday’s show at Mother Fool’s was one of our best. Loose & happy, small crowd, low pressure. A laid back after party at the Weary was the perfect night cap. Or, was it? We were busily unloading the Vanagon on Rutledge Street when I noticed a cyclist rounding the block. Then another…and another. About ten cyclists whirring up the road toward us at this hour? They seemed to be wearing the same outfit as well. Strange! I squinted to focus better…Hmmmm……

……WELL RIGHT ON MAN! Ten naked cyclists stealthily biking up Rutledge. Cracks & boobies, boobies & cracks, cracks & boobies! I went inside, dropped what I was carrying to see Robin in the house. “You missed it!” I exclaimed as I explained what just happened. Robin looked truly disappointed. We all began unloading again……

……WHAT LUCK! Here they come again. Cracks & boobies, boobies & cracks, cracks & boobies! This time, we all saw them.

……THIS TOWN ROCKS!!!