Whiskey Bent, Dog Bed Bound

So Randy Crouch spent the night the other night after playing Science. You know the old joke...

Q. How do you know Randy Crouch stayed at your house last night?

A. He's still there!

No, I jest, he isn't still here... and thats a good thing because I might have killed him by now. The whole thing started, well because he came up, but it was also Dougs birthday and Donnie got the wise idea to get him a bottle of honey whiskey that Chuck Dunlap turned him onto. So... of course Doug (who became the Thing about midway into the bottle) came over after the gig and there was some sort of jam that went on. This included alot of playing with the cat with Randy being very into communication on a very spiritual level with Scraggles.... (who fetches)

Also Randy's handler, Mike, was there and he is super cool (who is really into cats too, BTW, he and Grant have 9!). He pretty much chilled and made little noise compared to Randy, who was crawling on the floor with the cat playing fiddle and making up Scraggle songs. (Yes, I had my Zoom out that night too, lol) Doug played guitar, sort of, Donnie played the Bass too loud and I drummed when I wasn't laughing. It was all pretty bad... until I decided to go to bed at about 4. Ok, so I tried. Finally around 5 I had to go out there and tell them all to shut the hell up.

Which thankfully, they did.

The next morning I got up and found Randy asleep not in the hide a bed I expected to see, but on the floor in the dog bed with the cat bed as a pillow, along with a mostly empty bottle of whiskey on it's side and instruments everywhere. I had a long day ahead of me and my kids were going to be home later that afternoon so I made breakfest and sent them out the door by 1. I thought I did pretty good with minimal damage and a fresh Crouch story.