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March 2001March 3, 2001 Jarrod really shouldn't tease me like that. I arrived for the pre-gig practice and Jarrod was in the shower. As usual, when he was done, he stuck his half naked body out from his bedroom door, and with a come hither look he said "Hey big boy - do you want to come here and dry me off?" Normally I run in fear from his advances. However, this time, I figured that I would make him put his money where his mouth is. I ran at the door, swinging it open. I expected to find him in a pair of shorts, or something else not so revealing. But NO. He was still in his towel! I dove for it. Grabbing one and and tugging hard, I attempted to free the towel from his skinny drummer boy body and teach him a bit of a "lesson". Jarrod recoiled, falling back to his bed, which only made the situation worse. "No means no, fucker!" he was yelling at me, cursing me in vain. Yet the towel would not give. Down on the floor he went, clutching at his terry cloth wrapping. I tugged some more, dragging his clean skin across the carpet a few inches. "I feel so violated!" he cried, and my playfulness gave way to a mix of pity and homophobia, as he looked so helpless and hurt there on the floor. I apologized, but it was too darn TEMPTING not to at least try to grab the towel and give him a few good thwacks with it right on his bare ass. Plus I didn't think that his girlfriend would appreciate me traumatizing him so. Or maybe she would... We arrived as we usually do at Festivilla, in good time to see the open acts and get ready our own selves for the night. It seemed a sparse turnout at first, but as the last few notes of the opener ( a lone guy and a keyboard that you'd swear was a full band from standing out side ) faded away, the hall began to fill steadily with the other bands, their friends, friends of friends and a few of our friends ( Carrie, Hollywood, Dina, Zack, Tim, Jason, JJ and Rachel ). It was pretty heavily packed from what I've seen of Festivilla in the past. What's even better is that people didn't seem to be afraid to come up and stand/sit close to the stage for anyones performance. It was a quick, sweaty set. Technical difficulties were few and Chessa really seems to be getting the hang of being a front person. For some reason she banned me from doing backing vocals, for which I can't recall. But it was ok, since I was groggy with a serious cold anyway -- maybe that's why. People seemed to like us in anycase. There was a nicely loud applause at the end of our set... waitaminute -- were they applauding because we were DONE? Ah well - no big deal. Good show. And someone took a picture of us - we need to find out who that is and get a copy (hint hint to whomever might be reading).
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