The Time is Near, Your Missions Clear

Back in May, I had the pleasure of attending the Haymaker Music Festival in Virginia. It was indeed a great time, and while I make a point of having no regrets, there is one regret that I will carry for all eternity, that being that I punked out of getting some sweet rock-star booty. Picture this, it's the late night set, last set of the festival, and me and my buddies go to see Soulive. A little background on Soulive-I've had some encounters with the boys in the past, even going as far as to invite them back to the lounge after a show at the State Theatre last year (for reasons I'd rather not get in to, that idea got squelched, but I'll save that story for a more private venue). Anyway, as I am standing there with my friends, rocking out to Soulive, it suddenly occurs to me that I've still got a backstage pass around my neck. So, I quietly excused myself from my friends and snuck off to watch Soulive from backstage. It turns out that the only other people backstage are the bands staff, so although I feel a little bit out of place, I line myself up with Alan Evans so I can watch him drum (I've got a thing about watching drummers). Anyway, I am dancing up a storm and I notice that Alan is looking over at me a lot. The entire set, he is looking at me and I am looking at him-we've even-dare I say it-have got sort of a "connection" going at this point. The set ends, and I realize that this is my chance-its now or never.

Rook: Hey Alan, that was a really great set.
Alan: [Smiling] Really glad you enjoyed it. How are you doing tonight?
Rook: Pretty good. It was great talking to you-BYE!
Alan: [Slightly confused] You too, hope to see you again.

And that's when I ran off like a dog with a tail in between its legs. I PUNKED OUT.

Anyway, this weekend is the All Good Music Festival in lovely West Virginia, and I am going in to this weekend with one goal, and one goal alone, mark my words folks:

I WILL FINALLY GET THE EVER ILLUSIVE ROCK-STAR BOOTY THIS WEEKEND.

That's right, you've heard me correctly. I've known my share of wanna-be rock stars in the past, and while that's all good and fine, I am finally ready to join the majors, so to speak. My game is tight and I am ready for action. I have been lining up my prospects for weeks, and I have my starting line-up pretty much firmed up. Now, I just need to get up to bat and play some ball.