Rex, a shame you missed it; you could have SAT at our table and refused to dance right along with the rest of the men!

It was generous of Natrae and AG to spend precious Christmas-prep time to SIT around at a SpyDust gig. I wish Nat could be around for further Dust adventures, but hey, taking part -- so debonair -- in a Wild Thing solo at her first gigmighty impressive.:smokin

AG, I owe you for sending that brace of Buttery Nipples in my direction: they were decidedly table-licking quality! Well settle the score next time out, promise! Brickhouse? Is that like YMCA? All I recall is your gliding round the dancefloor with Tim.:lol

BH, apologies for all the SITTING last night. I dont think TM has ever before refused to dance at least once.:shrug Were going to have to separate him and Wayne next gig.

Many thanks to Wayne for the drumstick memento, signed to me by Mel personally in signature passion-purple ink. (And what about Mels new spiked hairstyle? Oo-la-la!:smokin ) Im willing to forgive Wayne for SITTING, after his generosity re the drumsticks, but as for TMtsk, tsk, tsk. Or are Designated Drivers to be forgiven for NOT dancing?

Timbo with the borrowed amp (She really, really hates me!), Roberts startling goofiness (a side rarely revealed), Michaels exquisite rendition of Keith Richards gritty Honky Tonk riffs, not forgetting Bruce and Charliethe SpyDust Chanters had a busy night (my voice, too, AG).

And now all I can do to relive it is crank up the SpyDust mix CD, and start wrapping Christmas presents to be shipped tomorrow.:rolleyes I wonder if a pair of Buttery Nipples would help.

PS. Good luck with the cats, AG.:\