| Out of Gas Penn - 8/20/01
Last night was the last
night of our long run at the Rio. It's the best theater in
Vegas and the best crowds. It's just perfect for us. We
can even rehearse and put new stuff in. Everyone agrees
that the food backstage is the best and we have our own
crew guys. There's good parking and a nice green room. And I
want to say again, that we put new stuff in here and we
rehearse here. It's a really good place for us to work.
It's a very good gig and we're happy here.
Before the show we went to some cocktail party where people
were paying $150 bucks to meet us (maybe they were paying
that to meet Tom Jones, but I can dream can't I?). Before
the show we could only be there for a half hour, but after
the show we got to see Tom Jones and Clint Holmes jam on the
bandstand. There was an upright and Clint tried hard to
get me to play, but I was too chicken-liver-green-guts, but
I'll be better soon, and then I'll start doing this. But,
anyway back to before the show. My Little Pink Death was
low on gas. Very low. I hate to get gas. I said to Glenn
that I hoped I didn't run out of gas. He told me there was
a gas station right there and I should take 5 minutes and
get gas. I didn't bother.
I ran out of gas. As Robbie said, "If there were only some
way to know!" I coasted up to the Rio. I put it in
neutral and leaned forward. The car stopped at the far end
of the Rio. I had to walk to work. It's a wonder I can
even feed myself. Well, I can't really, Glenn has to do a
lot of that too. So, during the show, Glenn had to do all
the work to get my car back in the parking lot and filled
with gas. I'm such an idiot. I'm such an idiot. Maybe
they were paying $150 dollars to meet someone as stupid as
me. You don't see them every day.