Ouch.

Ugh. I’m finally feeling a bit better.

The von Drats hit out on Friday to Peterborough for the second night in our first mini-tour of the year.

I was feeling kind of odd as the night progressed – a bit spacey. Everything seems a little surreal. Almost trippy. Nothing to worry about, I get that way sometimes.

It made the weirdest bar almost-fight that I’ve ever seen even weirder.

This woman came storming into the bar and started pushing this guy around. I’ve got no idea if she had a legitimate beef or if she was just psycho. It could have been either or it could have been both. She would storm into the bar, collar this guy in a headlock, try to take a bite out of him, and then scream her head off.

This happened four or five times. It just kept going on and on and on.

On one of them she dumped a beer over his head and gave him a good ‘ol slap. She had a thing for dumping beer on people.

Right before we went on, she (surprise of all surprises) stormed back in for another round. This time she snagged a pint off of the table and tossed over this other woman (I said she had a thing for dumping beer). This resulted in a volley of glassware being tossed around the place. Right about then, psycho got bounced again. I didn;t see her again after that.

I’ll give her one thing, she certainly was determined.

Anyway, we hit the stage after that and put on a pretty good show. I liked it anyway. It looked like the crowd did as well.

It takes about an hour and a half to get back to Toronto from Peterborough, so we parted company at 1:30 or so. The drive was much better than the way up, but I felt worse and worse as the drive went on. The spacey-ness was coming back

I got in at 3 o’clock, went straight to the washroom, and voided the belly.

During the night, I was up another 5 times to empty out one end or the other. The stomach was mostly better by noon on Saturday (if I didn’t push it), and the rest was better by noon on Sunday (once again, if I didn’t push it).

I ended up sleeping the majority of Saturday and a good chunk of Sunday.

Funny, I don’t feel all that well rested.