Big news folks! Noah crapped his pants last night!!!

Big news folks! Noah crapped his pants last night!!!

Missoula was great. We played at our pal Andrew's house and there were plenty of old friends, cheap scotch, and rock and roll - so much, in fact, that the cops came, but not before everyone finished playing. Win! Jay and I then drunkenly ended up in downtown Missoula at 3 am and got dinner bought for us by our pals in the band Candyland Liberation Front. Jay asked for a coffee cup from the waitress and ended up walking around the rest of the night sipping a mixture of gravy and corned beef hash out of it through a straw. Gross.

Meanwhile, Noah, Danielle, and Andrew were walking back to the house from the bread dumpster, boxes in hand, when Noah stops dead in his tracks.

Noah: "I have to poop."

Danielle: "Noah, we're 3 blocks from the house."

Noah: "It has to happen now."

All in one movement, Noah put his box of bread down on the sidewalk, jumped over the white picket fence of a nearby house, and then began moaning uncontrollably. A few minutes later he emerged with a sheepish look on his face.

The next morning we all awoke to Jay singing Bonnie Tyler in the shower while drinking a shower beer.