doodledee

Saturday night I got my ass kicked so fast and so furiously at poker that I was in my car driving home less than two hours after I had arrived at Chateau Dash. That may not sound bad at first, but when you consider that I stood around and ate pizza and watched basketball for 40 minutes after I went out, the degree to which I stunk up the place becomes almost palpable. It was embarrassing. Especially the part where I cried when I lost.

I got home around 9 and rather than grumping around the house lecturing Libby on the nuances of reading another player's pre-flop raise - something she's been asking me to do for months, by the way - I instead called up MollyWee and headed over to the filthy ashtray that is the Cabooze to check out Phix, a Phish tribute band from Colorado who were rumored to be halfway decent. Worst case: they'd suck and I'd be out $8.

It wasn't all that bad. The light show was a little over the top for a place the like the Cabooze and the fake-Trey dude's vocals kinda bugged me, but musically they were surprisingly tight. As long as they're still only charging $8, I'd gladly check them out next time they swing through town. Especially once the smoking ban kicks in. I've officially had my fill of doof jamband scenester kids smoking American Spirits and doing shots of Jag and pretending that they like either of them. If that makes me old, so be it.

Phix Official Page [phixband]