The gin had gotten to both of us. Not just the gin, it was everything. The lights, the girls, the loud music. Setting down the shears I turned to him, "Backstage is where all the wackiness happens," I managed to slur as I rested my head against his shoulder.

"But, I need my beard!!"

"It kind of smelled."

"How can I be in a ZZTop cover band if I don't have a beard? It took me six years to grow that!"

"Well, now you look like Ted Nugent," letting the empty bottle slip from my fingers I passed out mumbling something about a loin cloth.