Sigh. I’m not surprised. Well, maybe she’ll give me another chance sometime.
A gentleman never tells, and I usually don’t either. All I’ll say is that it’s amazing what those little screens on the latest generation of phones are capable of displaying.
Oh, and I’ll back Balance up on his throat miseries. When we were walking back to the cars and talking, he sounded kind of like Ernest Borgnine. I’m telling you man, it was the retsina… nobody could sing with tree sap all over his vocal cords.
aglarond’s idea of a good diet:
“…smoke beer and drink crack…”
I always seem to manage at least one weird comment during each dopefest. I’d hate for my only contributions to the board be the beer/crack comment and the whole Ghengis Khan gay army thing from the Olive Garden Dopefest. 
Oh well. There’s always another time. Maybe.
Ooooh, I missed that story. Do tell.
Chef babe, the offer is tempting, but Grace would get jealous and well…things would just get ugly.
I’m going to have to chime in and say that I won’t be able to make the next two fests either. I don’t think my body was designed to spend three hours in an non-air conditioned metal can on wheels. However, I’ll be in Austin on September 1st attending a film festival, so if anyone plans to be in the area…
Falcon managed it! <pouts, then remembers that he didn’t really want to sing in the first place>
I had more fun listening to you guys, anyway–first singing, then absolutely mercilessly mocking the other would-be singers. There were a few almost-MS(inger)T3K moments there.
I’m kinda sorry I didn’t make it. I almost loaded up and drove up for it, but I managed not to hook up with beatle via email ahead of time, and didn’t feel like driving all that way alone. Oh well, sounds like y’all had fun without me.