Friday's gig: Went pretty smoothly. Only my second gig playing a five string, so I was still coming to terms with the new bass. The new bass is an MTD 535 and let's just say for the purpose of this story that I paid more for it than I did for the vehicle that I drove to the gig. Towards the end of the night the band leaders let some guy on stage to sing along with them on a song, and before you know it, the stage is full of his buddies. Some guy tries to run up on stage right by me, and he trips on the edge of the low stage and falls right into me. Luckily I somehow remain standing. Bass is safe and this guy gets escorted directly out the door by the bar staff. Whew.
Saturday: Saturday was a street fest gig, about 3.5 hours north of home. It goes okay... we got comp rooms as part of the deal so we spend a long night drinking beer and hanging out back at the hotel. As usual, I was the first one up the next morning, and since I drove my own car, I figured I'd just head on out without waking anyone up. 3.5 hours later I'm about to pull into my driveway and the phone rings. Someone had given me the keys to the band vehicle for safekeeping the night before, and I'd totally forgotten that I had them. No locksmith could make a duplicate key for this particular car (Ford Expedition) and no dealership was open on Sunday... so... it was back in the car to make the drive all over again. 11.5 hours on the road today, plus the 3.5 hours from the day before. Ouch!
Seriously, that sucks..bad. 
