T'aint nuffin. Friday morning I hauled a car full of folding chairs, and welcomed Steve Cormier to town. Set yup the living room full of chairs, moved the couch and tables and laid out the wine and the food dishes; welcomed the guests and dialed int he sound system and opened the evening for STeve and led the cheerleading for his impeccable cowboy styling.

Saturday morning despite the hangover I washed the dishes and glasses and re4stored all the furniture, hauled all the chairs back out to the car, dragged them down tot he company and returned them to my ex-boss. Then loaded up Steve car and sat in the back while he drove for three hours to Apple Valley, set up the house concert in a quaint slump rock adobe style house int he high desert of Apple Valley and repeated the opening numbers for Steve's wonderful cowboy songs. Slept in a storage room in the back and then packed up and sat int he back while Steve drove three hours back to San Diego. Finally unpacked and walked the poor dog. hat a weekend.

I gotta tell you though, that Steve Cormier does one helluva cowboay presentation. The Real Deal.