Played a local casino two nights over the weekend. We rarely see anyone from management when we play. Which is a good sign. Our drummer comes from far enough away that they always give us a room for him. So before Friday's gig, I get confronted by the general manager about whoever is in our room is smoking pot - in a no smoking room. Which I find impossible, but ok, I'll help you investigate, I guess. I call the drummer. He's three blocks away at an Arby's. The guy - as far as I know him - never touches anything of the sort. Hell, none of us do. We'd all forget the sets if we did! But, I guess the first step is always blame the musicians in the building. After all, if you smell it in the hallway, it's impossible to have been any other guest in any other nearby room. Gotta be the drummer. SMH.