
We decided to let Evil My-Buddy book a gig for us. He is a man of many talents and we thought it best to give him a chance. The gig he chose? A fraternity party in Columbia, SC. His reasoning? He wanted to make that paper. Little did we know, things would quickly sour beyond our imaginations.
The stage where we were set to perform. Looks like something straight out of "Hee Haw."
Hardy fit right in.
No one came early for Electric Slide lessons.
Evil My-Buddy was so upset by this, he hung himself. How very Halloween of him.
In all seriousness, playing fraternity parties may sound lame. However, there is always that 15% of the guys in the fraternity that make it worth it. Usually they rock out harder than anyone ever does at our shows. These guys especially. They made a 90's era Seattle mosh pit look pitifully tame. Also, had we had a costume contest, I'm pretty sure Tyrone Biggums would have won.
On our way back to Athens we stopped for some late-night fast food in Augusta. Walker, saddened by the death of Evil My-Buddy, reverted to an infant state.
Happy Halloween everybody!!! Don't forget to call a cab!