Despite my deeply cynical exterior, I must express gratitude (Oprah told me to keep a gratitude journal, and I always do what I'm told) to everybody who was at the opening night performance of Jukebox Stories: The Case of the Creamy Foam. The full house was boisterous, joyful, and fun to perform with. We talked about High School Musical quite a bit, which probably turned a lot of people in the audience gay in a matter of minutes. You'll thank me for that later, by the way, because you'll come to realize how FABULOUS it is.
I was so pumped that after the show I had to have a late-night breakfast at The Original Mel's on Shattuck, which I soon discovered is no longer The Original Mel's because of some corporate something-or-rather. (I don't know the whole story, and I'm too lazy to go to Wikipedia right now to find out.) They actually (rather poorly) scraped off the "Mel's" letters, and the restaurant is now called "The Original." You can still see the faint outline of "Mel's" on the side of the building. It's SO trailer park. (Before you boo that last comment...F-U! My mom lives in one!)
I do have to give special acknowledgement to all the Maybeck High School students who like us so much that they continue to come to our shows and part with their allowance and leave candy under the couch. (Brandon ate some, and I was like, "Cooties!")