So around New Year's Eve I was invited to jam at a friend's party- he lives about 20 minutes away from me. Since this is Western Maine, he of course lives in the woods somewhere. I load up my gear and look for his house, eventually finding it with the aid of a trusty Garmin. The load in is an icy walkway into the house where I have to maneuver through a ton of people and make my way downstairs - not the greatest load in. I get everything there and start to set up and I realize I have brought the wrong bass (the 5 string Warwick). The right bass (the Rick) has all my cables and cords in it. Crap, I can't even power up my amp and connect my speakers. So I head home, get the right bass, and come back 45 minutes later and finally set up and play. It was a weird deal, even for a party. My friend plays drums and was okay, but the PA was barely functioning - we could not hear vocals to save our lives. The lead guitarist never really looked at us at all and didn't move much. There was a female guitar player and she was more personable. There was a third guitar player who was young and struggled to follow along, and a keyboardist who played when he knew what was going on. Basically, either the female or lead guitarist would choose songs and we would all attempt to follow. There was one train wreck when we decided to soldier through Dazed and Confused, but the beer was good, the band was happy I was there, and crowd was appreciative.