SOOOOOO TIRED!!!

 Hello you schmucks!

 so ive been really busy and havent wrote in a while and thought i would a little today. Not much as been going on except writing new songs and working on a bar me and my friend Andy are opening. So pretty much all my time is down at the bar until it opens probably write before christmas.

So last night im working at the bar and waiting to go to Louisville to go see Mike our old guitarists new band play. After Gary picks me up at 10 pm we head to Louisville wich is pretty much a straight drive down 65. We have to stop at a gas station outside of columbus so gary can by some fake pot, Called K2. gary loves to get high. And in the bathroom i buy for a small fee of 75 cents a GLOW IN THE DARK TINGLER RING!!!!!! IT seriously looks like its made outta chicken fat. Thats the color of it. 

Im gonna try to use it on the wife but id be surprised if shed let me, Just cause it looks like dirty chicken fat, plus i bought it in the shitter at a gas station. So we're off to the monkey wrench. 

The monkey wrench is a really neat bar and its about midnight on the dot when we get there. Mikes band has already played and the place is kinda dead but everyone is really nice. Its great to see Mike and meet his band and friends and also John from Falls City Beer is there. 

John buys me beer and shots and then takes us all down the road to the new spot of the new Falls City Brewery. Its still empty but the Bright Green Falls City van is there and there plenty of bottled beer. After runing around this huge place we find a stash of wheel cheers and begin the first annual Falls City Wheel chair derby. I didnt race, I was the sexy check who dropped the bandanna to let the was begin. After what felt like many rounds of races, Gary was the champ! if your not first your last!. after our victory we said our goodbyes and headed back to indy where the Best Pal and Wife where still up! Ended the night with some Drinking.

that is all my friends, not to interesting but i havent wrote in a while. 

cheers mother fuckers!

damon

Ruuuun to The Hiiiiiiiiiiills

Check it out I made a header for this blog thingy!  I need feedback on it though, what're your thoughts my friends, is it too much? Too gaudy?  Eh, screw you hypothetical people who don't like it, I think it's pretty rad, it's even a mustardy shade similar to my favorite blog Bad Sandwich Chronicles, cuz I'm all about subtle little touches like that.  It's how I let y'all know I care.
Let's see here, what's going on in Involuntaryville?  We played a show with the Circle City Deacons, who by the way you should all check out, it'll be quite worth your time.  We had a few technical difficulties, but overall I think our set was pretty good.  The Deacons totally rocked and I got to sing along to their cover of The Slackers' Old Dog.  The bar we played at was pretty cool, and they were making "Involuntary Punch" that night.  I didn't have any due to my distaste for mixed drinks, but it was pretty rad having a drink named after us for a night.
We don't really have any shows set up for a while, which is a little bittersweet.  Playing shows is probably my favorite thing in the world, but our down time means we get to work on some new songs, so I suppose it's not a bad trade off.  We're working on a song Matt wrote right now, it's a great song, but it's quite difficult to learn, so you'd all better cheer really loudly when we play it for ya.
If you weren't aware of this already, Damon's building and opening a bar.

Shit's gonna be awesome!

He's been quite busy jackhammering, laying pipe, and other things that don't sound like sexual references.  I do, however have his word that he will post on here soon, so keep your eyes peeled for his triumphant return.
Since I can't  think of anything else worth sharing, I'm gonna draw this edition of Shits Ridiculous to a close.
Send Nudes
Pretzel

Him again? I wanna hear from the singer guy!

Whattup there internet?  I was gonna wait on Damon to update this but I'm bored at work so you get another serving of me today, we're stuck with each other so let's make the best of it okay?  Let's see, I guess I should talk about the KISS show huh?  If we haven't mentioned it on our smash hit blog before, The Involuntarys covered KISS for halloween.  There, backstory established, on to the witty banter.

Yeah, that happened

Man, there was a huge light up sign courtesy of our friend Rusty, confetti cannons courtesy of our friend Gary, bitchin' costumes courtesy of everyone's girlfriend/wife/roommate who took pity on my pathetic ass, so to summarize...it was pretty awesome.  I'm told that Greg from Punk Rock Night was standing on the bar to watch us, which is quite flattering.  I had to sing "Beth" which, to be honest, I did a pretty piss poor job of.  But hey, it was a one time deal and everyone else was pretty drunk too so no harm no foul right?  So there's my show summary, sorry if it's a bit scant, I was hammered.  Our guitarist "Lee" has a pretty cool description of the show if you don't mind reading filthy leadist propaganda.

Enjoy the page views Lee

After the show I helped load out into the trailer and promptly passed out in the back of the van.

...lazy segue to slightly embarrassing yet hilarious story about my end of the night...

Now if you aren't a heavy drinker, first off kudos to you.  I'm not being sarcastic, you will most certainly outlive me and probably don't make an ass of yourself as often as I do.  Second, losing portions of the day is probably not something you deal with often.  I have an already fairly hazy memory, but when you add copious amounts of liquor like I have been known to do, shit gets real spotty real quick.  The morning after the Halloween show I woke up in my bed still in my Peter Criss tights and makeup, quite confused, due to the fact that I didn't exactly remember anything after getting off stage.  From what Damon told me, I stumbled into the house after having disappeared for several hours, and when asked how I got home or who took me home, I would only yell "the car outside!"  I wanted to check my phone for clues, but I had left that in a backpack I brought to store shit in due to the pocketlessness of spandex, and the backpack was nowhere to be found.

See? pocketlessness

Armed with Damon's testimony, and my (like I said before, hazy on a good day, which this was not) memory, I spend most of the day wondering how exactly I had gotten home, and hoping I hadn't drunkenly offended anyone.  I kinda ruined my thunder on the end of this story earlier if you remember; I passed out in the back of the van.
Yes Virginia, that's the climactic end of this story, drunkie fell asleep in the back of the van, nobody noticed him and confusion ensued, hope it brightened your day a little.
I think I'm gonna call it  a day on this "typing out words" shit,  as I've achieved my goal of making part of the day go by faster.  Now if blogging could make me some breakfast, that'd be a different story, due to the lack of delicious hashbrowns on my keyboard though, I'm officialy donesicles.
send nudes and potato based breakfast foods
-Pretzel