It is what it was.

The song was so ridiculous. We hated performing it everynight. I mean even the title "Nonesuch" was just ludicrous. I mean, just look at the lyrics. "Well, it ain't no woman, and it ain't no man and it don't wear very many clothes. So says I if you look her in the eye than you're better off lookin' up her nose." God, what a nightmare. It was fun to sing, but not fun to do.

So Snakey is doing the scene, he's got this whole monologue that's ripped from like every Shakespearian soliloquy ever- and he flubs a line. Well, we were never really in the moment anyway. I mean, what kind of characters were we? These backwoods idiots from Bricktown, Arkansas? I mean.. With respect to Bricktown.None of us are backwoods. So the scene is just us kind of goofing off to begin with then old Snakey goes and decides to fuck up- So what happens? We all break character and start laughing. Of course we do! But Snakey still has to do the scene and what's worse is we're all facing him! So he's staring into our faces and he does like, the funniest thing he could have possibly done- he chickens out and ad libs "Yes, well, Goodnight." and practically runs off the stage. I could barely contain myself. Okay- it's not that funny now- but - oh whatever, you had to be there.

So okay. I went home that night and I'm still laughing to myself, all the while repeating Snakey's fuck up in my head "Yes, well, Good night!" And it starts to dawn on me. Snakey was just trying to duck out of a bad situation gracefully. He did so with pride in tact. Wouldn't it be great if we could just exit all bad situations just as gracefully? Like- you're on a bad date.

YOU- Are you enjoying the wine?

DATE- Well, I usually shoot black tar heroine, but this is alright, I suppose.

YOU- Yes, well, good night.

Or maybe it's not a bad date, maybe it's like a really bad job.

YOUR BOSS- Okay, after you scrape all the gum off the bottom of the tables, I'm gonna need you to clean all the toilets with this toothbrush. Oh and I won't pay you any overtime.

YOU- Yes, well, good night.

Or maybe it's just a really bad dream-

NEWS BROADCAST- And the votes are counted, the ballots are in. The winner of the 2004 presidential election is George W. Bush.

YOU- Yes well goodnight.

Wait a minute... this isn't a dream!!!

So anyway- I figured, ain't no funnier way to post a blog than with a graceful exit line, yeah? So there you have it. Ahem. Wow. This is awkward. I hadn't really planned a closer for this, I just figured... Phew. Is it hot in here, cuz', damn. I don't have anything else to- wait I know. Yes, well- goodnight!