Red Hair and Another Kebab

I choose cheese. There is no substitute for cheese. The end.

Scotland.
I didn't see much red hair. I thought a lot of Scots have red hair, but I must be mistaken. It was rainy, maybe my vision was distorted, but I didn't see the red hair.

Friday brought an early morning and a late night.
A lot of Shortbread
Saturday brought a castle, a palace, and a bottle of scotch. A lot of shortbread. I love scotch. Dan, Ben, and my self polished off a fine bottle of malt before our journey on the streets. While sipping our drinks we watched Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? and Celeberties on Ice. I'm hoping the latter had something to do with the Scotch. Next, we met the girls. This sounds bland, I know, but the climax is approaching.
We smoked a Cuban.
That's it, we smoked a Cuban cigar. Rolled by dirty communist hands. Amazing.

The club had no cover and £1 Jager shots.
I was really diggin' the music. The Baywatch theme remix was the highlight of the night. Or was it the 9 to 5 remix?...
Well, we stumbled home.

A lot of Shortbread.

A half of a pizza

Peanut butter and bananas on a pita.

Yellow water.

What a menu of drunk munchies.
Waking up not so good. A Scottish breakfast is big and I was still drunk.

Sunday brought a 10 o'clock check out and 6 hours of free time. That's a great thing only if sleeping is involved. Dan, Ben, and I walked. I'd say a good 7 miles. A lot of shortbread. And then a train ride home.

I forgot something. I had yet another kebob. Another Lebanese restaurant. The Lebanese are everywhere and I love it.
Great trip I must say.

Another topic:
I'm going to preach again, call me a tool.

I have another request.
Are you familiar with #41? Go to my get file and download the version from the Warehouse 5 album. This is taken from the December 1998 tour, Worcester, Mass. Amazing tour that included openers such as Herbie Hancock, Toots and the Maytals, Agents of Good Roots, The Flecktones. Greg Howard sat in, Opened for the Stones, first European tour, and yes, the year DMB knocked the Titanic soundtrack out of Billboard's #1. Before These Crowded Streets was released. 1998 was the best tour DMB has ever had, yet to be topped. I don't know if it ever can be topped. But this, I believe, is the climax and the greatest version of this song ever recorded. To be honest, when I heard this recording for the first time in 1999, I almost, well, I won't get too graphic. On stage with the band is Bela Fleck and Jeff Coffin from the Flecktones as well as Butch Taylor. If I'm not mistaken, this was the first tour on which Butch was a guest. What I'm saying is, it's raw, it's classic.
The band showcases Bela and Jeff (second solo). A guest who not since my first show in 1996 have I seen with the band. I pray regularly. The clock ticks to 21:10.

It's the pure emotion of this performance that gets me. If you're wondering why I love Dave Matthews Band so intensely, 1998 sums it up. I should really stop. It's not something I talk about very often, but I thought now would be a good time. Listen. Listen good.

I'm a fucking lunatic.

It's 3:11am.

Cheers