We had a wonderful show tonight at the Downtown Plaza.  It was one of the most fun, well-received shows we've done ever. 

However, it didn't start off so well.  We forgot the keyboard amp, the acoustic guitar and earplugs.  I broke my theremin setting up.  It was raining.  Shit wasn't going well.

So, in order to fix the earplug problem, I ran to the hotdog vendor to get some napkins to fashion into earplugs.

Eric: Excuse me, can I get some napkins real quick
Hotdog guy: I"m busy, there are people waiting for me, you'll wait!
E: But we're playing in a minute here and I really just need a napkin
HG: No! There are people waiting, I'm working and am very busy!
E: are you serious? There's a whole thing of paper towels right here, I could just grab one real quick and we'd be done.
(eric picks up paper towels and starts to rip one off)
HG: (aggressively grabbing paper towels from Eric) NO! I am busy, you will wait!  You can't take my towels!
E: OK, look, Just give me a towel, or else I"ll tell everyone from the stage to not buy anything from you all night long.
HG: I don't care!

So, that's what I did.  I went back on stage, and said into the microphone: "Hey everybody, don't buy anything from the hot dog guy all night long.  He's a jerk.  He yelled at me and wouldn't give me a napkin, I"m not even joking.  Don't buy ANYTHING from him."

As I did this, I kinda realized this was a stupid thing to do, as the city of Gainesville liason was slowly approaching me with the "What the fuck are you doing" face.  So, he was really not happy with me and basically said, the hot dog guy is a city licensed vendor and the Mayor would probably find out about this.  He also said, whatever your problem with that guy is, it's private and you don't need to be yelling it through the PA system to all of downtown.  I realized I shoudln't have said anything, but it was too late.  I incredulously asked how a hot dog vendor had such clout in this town that it would make it all the way back to the mayor about what I said.

So, we all were standing on stage, feeling awkward, when a homeless angry black man came charging up to the stage from the stand yelling "Don't Fuck with the hotdog man, the hotdog man is cool" and so forth.  It was at this point that I realized I might get stabbed, so I apologized and said it was just a joke over the PA, which appeased the homeless man, and I think sent a message to the city employees that even though I'm a dick, I at least can apologize for it.

So, long story short, fuck that hot dog man.