We played a gig last night and the we do just about everything wrong, and we still got paid. 
No setlist before the gig? check
Music stand? You can't expect a d00d to remember lyrics he wrote.
Open the set with an improvised jam? yup
Self-indulgent guitar noodling? in spades
Two minutes of rambling talk between songs? Sure, why not. Drop some f-bombs while you're at it.
Throw another improv jam at the end of song? Yes, please.
We would have worn cargo shorts, hawiian shirts and sandals, but's it winter here.
Bless those people for not just tolerating us, but liking us enough to invite us back March 15th, the Saturday night before St Patrick's day.
Yeah, we're a bunch of middle-aged suburban doofuses in a hobby band. In case you were wondering. And we were paid just a hundred bucks for the whole band, but that more than covers my gas money to the gig. The bar and the soundguy are very nice to us, it's a nice big stage and we like playing there. Great funky dive bar with a working class clientele, and located in a local suburb that still allows smoking in bars, so your close reek of nicotine all the way home, just like the old days.

No setlist before the gig? check
Music stand? You can't expect a d00d to remember lyrics he wrote.
Open the set with an improvised jam? yup
Self-indulgent guitar noodling? in spades
Two minutes of rambling talk between songs? Sure, why not. Drop some f-bombs while you're at it.
Throw another improv jam at the end of song? Yes, please.
We would have worn cargo shorts, hawiian shirts and sandals, but's it winter here.
Bless those people for not just tolerating us, but liking us enough to invite us back March 15th, the Saturday night before St Patrick's day.

Yeah, we're a bunch of middle-aged suburban doofuses in a hobby band. In case you were wondering. And we were paid just a hundred bucks for the whole band, but that more than covers my gas money to the gig. The bar and the soundguy are very nice to us, it's a nice big stage and we like playing there. Great funky dive bar with a working class clientele, and located in a local suburb that still allows smoking in bars, so your close reek of nicotine all the way home, just like the old days.