Last night, the band I “play” in had their first show. Brent and Glen came out to show their support and to bad mouth aardvarks. I was completely unaware of their intense, prolonged hatred of aardvarks.
As it turns out, when Glen first conceived of Les Debutantes as a fancy boy at Vos Odeurs de Crêpe Aiment les Boules en Sueur Academy, he used to practice alone in the woods. Soon thereafter he found Brent and they were, thanks to Brent’s “connections,” able to move practice into the nocturnal mammal section of the local zoo.
Unfortunately, they were only able to practice after hours. These are the prime hours for aardvarks, and ants. Due to the “sounds” created by the band the ants disappeared and the aardvarks got pissed.
Needless to say, it was the last practice session at the zoo.
Anyway, that “other band is called Creature Island and Les Debutantes graciously allow me the time to play in that band as well as allowing me the time to help my wife raise my child. They are, aardvark hatred aside, saints.
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I look upon my fancy boy days with great appreciation. Even so, I still tell all parents to “never leave them with a Frenchman.” In my case, there were negatives.