I went and saw Government Mule at Sundown in the City last night with my good friend Sandra. We’ve always had a good time when we’ve gone out so I was very much looking forward to the evening, though I was a bit saddened when her husband couldn’t join us. The band was pretty good, but the fun started well before the music. I’ve got a few stories to tell.

The first occured when we stopped for gas. As we were paying the lady I pointed out that there seemed to be no diffrence between the regular and the more tempting Xtream (sic). Sandra, who assumes everyone is helpful (and is most often right), asked the woman behind the counter what the diffrence was. She gave us a rather detailed critique of both types, giving the pros and cons of each and confessing that she was once addicted to the thrill and danger of the Xtream and had only recently got the monkey of her back. I have a lot of respect for her; she has the courage to face her demons everyday, resisting the urge to chew that sweet, fruity gum even as she dispenses it to others.