I was outside of Zapp's Park last night while a man on a horse rode by in the middle of an intense little blues number*. Everyone dropped their instruments and ran outside
to watch rider and horse trot pass Deja Vu. While outside, a drunk Mexican holding a can of Bud Light approached from the other direction and began talking to me.

[Ed. note: Our Creative Director/Assistant Editor (Sports) was dressed up like a striped chai latte last night. A frothy vision in corduroy and polo.]

Drunk Guy: Have you got any cigarettes?
Me: No.
DG: I didn't want any cigarettes from a gay guy anyway.
Me: OK, I'll admit that my shirt is kind of gay.
DG: Yeah.
Me: But I think you've got me confused with my shirt.

Then the drunk guy walked away and one of the keyboard players started talking to me.

Keyboard Guy: That guy was crazy! He was drinking Bud Light!

*Bennet Clark & Bennet