Overtime

Friday
February 24, 2006
Overtime Sports Bar
Burleson, Texas

Hopes were high when we arrive and the room is pretty jammed up. We set up on the "stage", actually more like a large drum riser and check sound. We feel good enough about it and head over to order some chow. One of the many obviously drunk patrons is hollerin' about how she just has to hear one song before she takes off, so up we hop and give her one - can't remember which now. Anyway, she liked it enough to chunk a $20 bill in the jar.

We like that.

The next thing I notice when I look up in the first set, in some strange turn of events, we had cleared this room out like the ebola virus. That's never happened to us. I guess that we weren't a good fit for the Burleson sports bar crowd.

Oh well.

Live to fight another day.

Hooker picked up some new ink today, and it looked fresh. It looked a little tender when he jumped in the van and I noticed that the heart had a really cool droplet of blood inside it. I pointed this out and I think that he may actually get some added when he goes back to let the guy finish it.

There were far too many televisions at this joint, and it's always a strange feeling when you are playing a song called Cocaine Bluz and the bobsled competition or pairs figure skating is right above your head.

Crissy said that she didn't have a picture of she and E.
Here you go!

Messy Marvin lives in center stage.

Hooker chimes in on Soulshine.

...and once again.

The Stones definately need more cowbell.

This poor girl to the right butchered Me and Bobby Magee with E. I'm talking about some serious Gong Show material, and buddy, we were all looking for the gong.

Eric stole my job.