Yo, Eagle Gangsters…

As some of you know, Sadie was out of commission for the whole of Fair Week, recovering from some pretty invasive surgery. But she’s back and ready to rock and roll. She appreciates all the kind words and support… and free food.

Fair week went very well, we were out there loud and proud all week long, met a lot of you guys out there. Too bad the weather didn’t really get up there hot enough to REALLY utilize the mister tents we rigged up. Loverboy rocked, like they always do, and everything went according to plan. Now we just need to work on losing that extra 15 lbs we all gained from all that greazy fair food.

Something pretty damn awesome coming up this weekend… A to Z Weekend! The First Annual Labor Day A to Z Weekend on the Eagle, starting Friday at 5pm… rockin’ every song we’ve got, from Abracadabra to Ziggy Stardust. It should be freakin’ sweet. Listen, will ya?

Alright… the pile of work awaits. Yeah, dj’s actually DO work. Who do you think makes all those awesome commercials?

Peace, Love, Rock & Roll!

~Rock

Well, welcome world, to the new Night Flight blog! Finally, a place where we can actually SAY what we WANT!!!

Yo… Rock checking in. 10am, Thursday. So, coming in to work this morning, I noticed that gas prices are starting to dip ever so slightly. The best price I saw was 4.099 (nobody notices that extra 9 thousands of a dollar tacked onto the price per gallon) at Albertsons on Clearwater. Now, I know that the price of gas is NEVER going to go back to what it was… I remember when 20 bucks would fill my tank… now I’m lucky to get a quarter of that. I’ve been considering selling my Jeep and buying myself a bike. (Not potato potato bike, but a pedal pedal ding ding sorta bike.) Yeah, you may see me pedaling my ass down Deschutes on my way to or from work sometime soon… Gay, yes, but who can really afford to waste their money? My current vehicle has been nothing but a money pit. I’ve replaced nearly every part on that damn thing, and it STILL breaks down at least once every couple weeks. I’m sick of it. Time for a bike.

Had a kick ass dream last night where the Stones played a private show at my house. Yes, my dreams ARE always that awesome. Where else can you let your subconcious get what it really wants? Effin’ A. Thank Gourd for lucid dreams! And cough syrup… which are not mutually exclusive, by the way.

Anyway… back to work. Peace, love, and rock & roll!