Head First

No pictures yet. I'm sorry, but I knew going in that my ability to pull out the camera was very suspect. First show last night was solid and a good little ice breaker into the actual weekend where people won't have the threat of work the next day interfering with there ability to process words like inevitably.

Truth be told, I couldn't figure out how to turn the shower on in my hotel room yesterday. I made one attempt at involving the front desk staff but rightly so, the clerk tried to be helpful while his tone and voice gave away the fact he thought I was a fool. So cut to me taking a bath, and remembering why I don't do that. A bath really forces you to observe the naked body in a way the shower is more discreet about. Couple that with my knees being around my head so as to fit into the hotel bath tub and you have a recipe for tears. Tears that simply add to the Vince broth that was already being brewed in the water. After about 45 seconds the water was turning into consommé. I just didn't leave feeling my freshest. Come to find out you activate the shower by pulling down on the spout, like where the water is actually coming out from, you reach up and pull. Now how was I unable to figure that out? I was going square peg in a round hole on the controls for a half hour.