Living the Life

It was a rainy and damp dreary morning in Memphis, Tennessee when I awoke. For some reason, unbeknown to me, I was outside by the pool laying face down in the grass. It was kind of cold outside considering the time of year it was, and the rain that was falling, was that intermediate stuff that always annoys everybody because its almost to light to really be considered rain, but your still getting wet. I was soaked and still in the clothes that I had been in previous night, which had been a while one from the looks of it. I hoped that the weather in Kansas City would be better then this, for that was the next stop on the tour.

I sat up and wondered just how in the hell I had managed to get where I was. My head felt like a thousand African elephants were trampling all over it with no let up in sight. I looked around and quickly realized that this wasn’t even the hotel that we were staying at. I wondered where in the world my band mates might be and worried that some how, maybe I had gotten left behind.

I slowly got to my feet and looked around for further indication of where I was. My feet squished with every single move I made and my jeans wanted to fall off thanks to the amount of water that was soaked up in them. I was at the Super 16 hotel I realized, which I remembered was down the street from our hotel. So at that point, I decided I needed to walk towards the street and find my hotel. I saw that it was three blocks or so, down the street to the right of where I was. I started the walk back to our hotel, The

Quality Choice, and hoped that the rest of the guys were there.

As I walked through the early morning rain that intermediately fell, I tried to think back on the previous nights’ escapades and just exactly how I came to pass out where I

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did. I couldn’t remember much, but I did remember talking to a rather cute blonde girl who wanted to thank me for a great show earlier in the night. We took a couple of shots of Southern Comfort in my hotel room. After that, nothing. I couldn’t even remember her name, much less where she went to or what I might have done with her after that moment in time. Just another night I thought to myself as I enter the parking lot of our hotel.