Last night I began the Yacht Rock festivities by ordering a Newcastle and declaring the possibility that I might get rip-roarin' drunk (to which Nick replied, "Like last night?") I'm really not that bad. I in fact did not get drunk, but I was buzzed for the entire night. It was that kind of night--I hate to say it, but I didn't care. The crowd was good (and good lookin'--wow!), and pretty appreciative of what we were giving them. I was surprised at the end of the night that the final count was so high--in front of me there were times when it was thin. The room must have turned over more than usual. I was on a pair of great reeds last night and I could hear my monitor really well, so I just went for it. Things like Baker Street got a little extra sauce; maybe it was the beer? I just had to do it. Kind of givin' it all the finger. On the other hand, my laptop (the old one) gave me the finger a couple of times! Something ha...