words of wisdom ...

with just one hour and 11 minutes until i'm scheduled to go on stage in superior wisconsin, i am still feeling the ills of last night's preparty.

chuck: you're just going to have to start again.
me: [wince]
chuck: we'll get some pizza into you, then you can start up again and you'll feel fine.
me: [groan]
chuck: ... granted, you're going to feel like double crap tomorrow ...

four minutes later:

chuck: i'm a little concerned. i'm ordering "the works." do we trust them to not put mushrooms on it?
me: yes. and if they put mushrooms on it, i'll just send it back.
chuck: then they'll spit in it.
me: i'd rather have their spit than mushrooms.