"Algarvication"

Last Saturday I had the best flight of my life: Lasagna, coffee, Carslberg, three seats just for me while I read the Led Zeppelin article on Mojo and listened to Opeth. The hostess were not bad, I´ve seen hotter, but they were nice. So, good to be back for some holidays? Well it´s nice to be away from that bag piping at 9 a.m.. 9 FUCKING A.M.? On a Sunday? Sometimes I wished I had a shotgun, I mean, at 9 a.m. a guy hasn´t even approached the morning boner period yet! How cruel is that? Anyway, it´s good see my family, friends...but this place is too quiet for me. With the adrenaline I brought from living at the Caledonia´s rockyest spot, I need some action and I need it NOW! On Saturday when I arrived I got seriously smashed and on the next day everyone asked where did I learned to "dance" like that! Sunday I visited the rehearsal rooms, Monday my ex-co-workers, Tuesday...doesn´t matter and tonight there´s more. I know it sounds "fun" and all, but...I just can´t get enough, I just can´t get enough...

PS: The "dance" I mentioned was basically me trying to walk straight...