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I would not presume to advise Badeye or yourself, sir, BUT, if I have to endure a chick flick with the good woman it had better pay off on Saturday night, too.
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I went to the movie theatre to see "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly" when it first came out.
The music sound track was notable.
I bet this ensemble had a lot of fun playing this song together.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLgJ7pk0X-s

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Stevie Ray Vaughn can play more guitar with his behind his back than I can with mine in front.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWLw7nozO_U

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No problem staying up for this Monday night game.
Defending champs get the best game from each opponent. Forty niners looked scary good. Only their mistakes brought them down.
Kenny Chesney made a moving football video at:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlXDo5WhQXI

Enjoy,
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Boudro went to L.S.U. His daddy was not rich and would only spend money on projects that he was positive were worthy investments.
When Boudro got to school he wanted to join a fraternity to bond with like-minded students and form business ties for later on. When Boudro sounded his daddy out on the thousand dollars it cost to join a fraternity, his dad balked at the expense. Boudro decided on another tack. He told his dad that L.S.U. had a program to teach dogs to read. His dad got excited about that .He said, "My eyes are getting weak. If they can teach Old Blue (his blue tick hound dog) to read, it would help me in my old age. How much I have to pay to get Old Blue in the reading program?" "One thousand dollars." replied Boudro.
The old man wrote him a check and Boudro went back to school. The very next night, Boudro got into a poker game in the dorm and lost every cent of his daddy's thousand dollars. He still wanted to join the fraternity.
Boudro called his daddy on the phone and told him that L.S.U. also had a new program to teach dogs to talk. His dad was enthusiastic. He said, "No point in teaching Old Blue to read if he can't talk and tell me what he's reading. How much it costs to teach him to talk, son?" "One thousand dollars" replied Boudro. "I'll send you a check." said his dad and hung up.
Boudro joined the fraternity and everything was dandy for a while until his dad called and told him, "Son, everybody around here is so excited about Old Blue reading and talking. He's famous around here. Bring him with you when you come home for thanksgiving day break because the whole town wants to see him."
Boudro went into a deep dark funk. What was he going to tell all those people? The dog couldn't talk or read. Old Blue could tell Boudro was depressed so he came out from under the bed and whined in sympathy. This infuriated Boudro and he pulled a pistol out of his desk drawer and shot that dog dead.
On the train ride back home, Boudro had no cover story. He was so depressed. When the train reached his home station there was a crowd waiting to see Old Blue numbering in the hundreds, the local high school band was playing. The whole town had turned out to see the world's first talking dog. Boudro closed the window curtain and peeked out through a tiny crack intil he spotted his dad on the edge of the crowd. Boudro then sneaked out of a back door and quickly and quietly met his dad. "His dad said, "Son, where's Old Blue? All these people are waiting to see him."
Boudro pulled him around the corner saying, "Daddy, there was a problem."
"What problem?" asked his dad.
Boudro explained, "The problem didn't show up when they were teaching Old Blue to read. It showed up when Old Blue started talking."
His dad asked, " Talking about what, son?"
Boudro said, " The only thing Old Blue wanted to talk about was you and that cute little waitress down at the cafe."
His dad said, " I hope you shot that dog dead, son."
Boudro replied, " Yes sir, I did."

Hang in there, Topdown. The first month off cigs is the worst. Then the desire begins to fade.
You don't want to sweat this heavy withdrawl period over again.
I got off cigs after nine days in the hospital I spent recuperating for a five way heart bypass.
People who find they have heart disease like me who continue to smoke are idiots.
I tried to quit many times but after dealing with the surgery, I was quit for a month before I was able to smoke and the desire was managable by then. Been quit nine years.
A lady I know kept an ashtray full of ciggy butts in her closet. When the desire to smoke hit her she gave that ashtray a sniff to see if she really wanted to get back into all that mess.
God give you strength, sir.
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Thank you, Roger. Drama in  huge quantities  seems to dog my heels everyday of my life.
Wlbaye, your post reminds me of my 56th birthday.
I was feeling like this birthday I might be getting "over the hill" so I gathered all my rowdy guitar buddies and we jammed out at Fly Creek Cafe with my big P.A. system far into the night with a #3 wash tub full of beer and ice.
The police showed up and shut us down. That made me feel so much better. If the law has to shut down my birthday party, I can't be that far over the hill.
I decided to only worry about things over which  I have some control.
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I jumped from the Cowboys to the new expansion Saints in 1967 when they started that team. I knew the Saints would be on our local T.V. every week. I knew it would be rough but I had no idea how rough or for how long.
Last year was the greatest football year of my life.
The Saints won the superbowl, Alabama was #1.
University of South Alabama went undefeated.
Even our limp-wristed, artsy local high school football team made it to the playoffs.
I thought I would never live to see such a season.
Grateful and thankful,
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Great collaboration, guys. What a happy song - well sung and well played. Congratulations to all.
Amy, if you put together a list of 40 or more tunes of the quality of "Tequila and Jack", you should be quite succesfull singing in anybody's bar or nightclub. Just remember the pay is so-so and drunks get to swinging pool cues and throwing beer bottles when provoked.

Well I managed to get fired. It wasn't easy but I was dumb enough to throw myself under the bus.
I'm 69 and Ive been doing this since high school.
All I've been able to learn is that each sit down gig is new, special and unique.
My downfall began on a slow night when a large group including my grandson's third grade teacher came in and asked me if Casey was playing tonight. I took a short break and drove home, loaded up the Case Monster and his Djembe drum and was back in 10 minutes. I know better than to let one table choose all the songs but these guys, though loud and boisterous were most all we had in the joint. They knew Casey does a great job on T.N.T. by AC/DC and we played it for them distortion on the Gibson and all.
Problem is, I was hired to play endless soft, ballads
for a dinner crowd. AC/DC is NOT dinner music and volume is a real problem in this room with masonry walls and tile floors. That was also the first night I used my harmonizer and I got a tad carried away. The boss got complaints and I got canned.
Two weeks go by and I stop in for more catfish. Boss tells me she is having trouble with all the other musicians being too loud. I asked her if I might stop by and play my acoustic guitar and sing without a sound system. She said yes. I played a few hours ago and I am rehired. Yeah baby - back in the rotation. I play Saturday noon 'til three. I even bought some thin nylon picks so my hot new Earnie Ball medium light strings won't ring out too loud. Lady wants three hours of ballads and that's exactly what she's gonna get.
Humbled but happy,
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I was on the operating table at the hospital recieving a five-way heart bypass. I was surprised the doctors and nurses did such a good job on me with the T.V. news on during my surgery.
All I knew was I went to sleep with the U.S. at peace and I woke up in I.C.U. hearing the radio say we were at war. I asked everybody," How long was I out?"