So, I was expecting band practice to be hard. It’s a time when we all grab a case or two and get down. There’s always beers and video games after. Normally a bar. Surprisingly, it wasn’t at all.

Practice was good. The set is ready, we’re sounding good. It was fun. Hanging out after was good. I didn’t mind them drinking, nor did I want to, which surprised me. Enter bass and guitar two drinking the same amount that normally gets the three of us drunk.

Bass voices concerns with two songs, and I agree. This isnt anything new. He proceeds to state how strongly he doesn’t want to play them at the show. The night before the show. They are two songs that are going away for a while after tonight anyway, but I’d not heard how strongly he was against them until last night. I tell him we will work on it after the show and there’s not much we can do less that 24 hours to the set.

He agrees, but decides it’s time to just unload issues he’s had with the band and, most specifically, me. This goes for about two hours, completely blind siding me. Most of them are nonsensical, but end with me being called a horrible and ignorant person.

We finally calm him down and try to figure out what the fuck is going on, which we do. Everything seems to be okay now. Around one, I unload them both off at their places and proceed to just sit completely dumbfounded for a while.

There was a large chunk of that where all I wanted to do was punch him. He was making little sense other than personally attacking me. Had I been drinking, I would have. I’m very glad I didn’t. There was a bigger chunk of that where all I wanted to do was grab a beer. I’m very glad I didn’t.