Vienna Sausages

I can’t remember liking them, and this post isn’t even about them, but I am in Vienna.

Chris Farney (drummer extrordinaire) is looking over my shoulder as I type this and I’m instantly self-conscious about it. He stopped. Whew.

Chris just informed me of his plan to get a tattoo around his nipple that says “Always Erect.” He’ll probably get it in Papyrus font. Idiot. Just kidding. It’ll probably be in a cool spaceship font. He’s futuristic. (He’s looking over my shoulder again.)

I’m with Seth Philpott and Andy Davis, along with Chris, Bryan Lee of Pro Sports MVP, and Charles Noice (FOH engineer) on a short layover here in Austria, headed for Kosovo for another military outing. This time we’ll be ringing in 2012 with rock n’ roll and soul for the NATO troops in Europe instead of hitting 300-yard drives over the Tigris off of a picnic-table-driving-range behind Saddam Hussein’s palace while breath hot death dust in Iraq (easily one of the best and most meaningful experiences of my life). Then we’ll be off to Amsterdam, Cologne, Hamburg, Berlin, and Frankfurt for a couple more shows and a lot of shenanigans. A whole lot. We’ve discussed it in depth actually, and we aim to leave a noticeable mark on the face of post-midnight Europe, if for no other reason than retribution for the mark she’s going to leave on Chris’ left nipple.

Here’s to the use of commas in unnecessarily long sentences.

Cheers. Check back!