Emailed my dad to find out what was up.
He said that my step mom had come home to New Jersey on Thursday night but that he was in New Hampshire. He went on to say that everyone, other than me, who was waiting to inherit money had tried to call her and she was simply not picking up the phone. Those people then called him and he had to say "I've got no clue."
I did some pro bono work for Rome Girl's cousin and then went out and ran into The Iceman. We went over to the Vert Anglais
and talked to the band that was going to play later on. They knew the chords to Hotel California, but not the words. The Iceman, Nick the Greek and I then spent the next hour trying to figure out the words off the top of our heads.
I then went to go home but ran into Coma White and The Dirty Baker. Coma White loaned me 20 euros on the condition that I spend it hanging out and flirting with them.
We then went back to Vert Anglais and watched the band, who was excellent, run through a series of popular songs.
Then, the coolness happened.
They played Hotel California exactly how we had taught them and the crowd went nuts and sang along and the Iceman, Nick the Greek and I felt like kings of the world.
And then I went home and fed my cat.