Had band practice last night, and man oh man, Maroon 5 aren’t shaking in their boots, that’s for sure.  Everyone was out of sync, bad.  It was nice seeing everybody again, though.  We may be pretty, but we sure aren’t talented.  Can anybody spell “boyband”?

We’ll probably try again sometime this month.

Anyway, after band practice, the guys had dinner while I waited for my ride.  They had steak at this small place.  Nothing to write home about, and not exactly the best quality beef out there.  Gave it a pass.

When I got home, though, I needed to sink my teeth into some heifer.  I need it bad.  I needed it like a Tahitian dancer needed her Tahitian pearls.  Thankfully, I still had some steaks in the freezer.  We’re talking USDA Angus rib-eye cuts, baby.  Fired up the grill, and made myself very happy.

The point of this story?  No point.  I’m just getting fat.

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