Surely I have some sympathetic readers out there. Surely I’m not the only one who can get uncomfortably intoxicated by one shot of alcohol sipped delicately over half an hour. Surely I’m not the only one who succumbs so easily to peer pressure!

I’ve had eager audiences before, but tonight was the night I experienced the first organized chant. At first I was confused… “More Rock! More Rock!” was what I heard. I was wondering what they were expecting from a tiny gal with an acoustic guitar.

But then it became clear: “More RUM! More RUM!!” And I obliged… Slowly.

Still, after an unexpected encore, I found it more agreeable to sit rather than stand. I was saying things more jubilantly than intended. I was drawing robot roosters on my set list for a mock auction, but ultimately gave in and illustrated my “Electric Cock Song” in a more explicit fashion.

And so my secret is out. I’m a dangerously cheap date.

For a good time, call ANYONE IN IRRICANA!!!

P.S. For anyone interested in the final Canadian Tire buck tally, I’m sorry to say that you will be disappointed. Unfortunately I didn’t run into as many of those gas kiosks as I had hoped. When you’re coasting into town it’s hard to be choosy. (Perhaps someone would like to map out a route for my next tour which takes into account CT locations?) Thanks to everyone who rooted for me and who helped to make my dream come true… Hi Mom!