And now for the weekend update with Brian Bass. This weekend started off slow with me going home to work on Friday afternoon. I finally finished my big report Friday night at 7:30. Then I got a call from Turkentine who convinced me to go see "Queen for a Day" a Queen cover band. They actually were quite good. The lead singer looked and sounded like Freddy Mercury to a tee. They were lacking in the Queen harmonies but otherwise it was good. On Saturday morning I was awakened and told to go help Benz with his new house. They were about 40 minutes away and he needed faux wood flooring put in. Now, I am not the most handy guy around. Matter of fact I can barely use a hammer. I think us intellectuals have a loss in the handiwork world. Anyways, at one point they wanted me to saw a board. I thought that was really cool, but I had never done it before. Luckily I did not lose any fingers. I decided to take my older role of assistant to the supervisor and made sure they did it right ;=) Anyways I had to leave early because I had a wedding shower to go to. Apparently in the Sunday School world wedding showers are co-ed. This time I brought my guitar and at the end did a rendition of Guns n Roses Sweet Child of Mine and changed the lyrics to talk about Chris and Nelly - the lucky couple. Then I did an encore of "Sweet Home up in Heaven." Yes these songs are particularly cheezy, but I give the crowd what they want. Then I had to go home around 6 because the band was supposed to come. It finally happened - I jammed. It had been a month since the last time I jammed and I missed it. We rocked and did blues and metal and everything in between. Then we went to a club and saw my old band's drummer play in an 80s cover band. The guitarists were good, but the sound man was terrible and they had to cut a set short to try and figure out what was wrong. In the end they played unmic'd. I got hit on by an old lady. I was sitting at the bar watching the band and my crew was off and this big lady sits down next to me and says,"you here with a girl?" I say "no" and look away. Then she says, "You afraid of women?" I say "nope." and then she says "What do you think of me?" Talk about a loaded question. So I say,"You look like good women?" (I was thinking good ole big women but censored myself). Then right away I noticed the drummer was pointing at me to get him a beer so I quickly popped up and said my drummer friend needs a beer and got one and left the bar. I knew I had wingmen in the crowd. On Sunday I was tired from the past two days so I skipped Sunday School and the homeless and just went to church and lunch with a friend from Sunday School. Then I got invited to go to a club in Deep Ellum where they were having a fantasy ball. Let's just say that this place was risque. There were things there that would be on HBOs after hours shows. Everyone was dressed up in leather and various sundry costumes. There even was a "dungeon" where various things happened that I won't discuss. It was kind of like a circus. One women got up on these chains that hung from the ceiling of the club and spun around on them till she was near the ceiling. It was something to see. I even talked with a couple of women who knew an old friend of mine. I think they were more than friends but they were cool anyways. You know sometimes I think I am the most conservative Christian you will ever meet, other times I think I am more liberal than all of my friends. I suppose if you average it all together I am a moderate ;-) This weekend was busy. In other news one of my coworkers quit from boredom on Friday. That is sad. I get notices everyday about jobs opening up. My contract ends in December so I will gauge how everything goes the first week of December. We shall see.

Thought of the Day
"I just have to do all the jack-hammering myself."
"Oh that's nice, kind of a hard-labor fantasy camp."
- George and Jerry, in "The Pothole"