A few things happened to the Sumersquales at Mittenfest V. We were better behaved than we've been in the past. We suffered no mystery bruises, no hangovers. We were also reminded, often, of how old and out of touch we are. Oh, and how pretty my hair is. (But mostly how out of touch we are. Sixty bands later, it's all still a blur.)
I can't post this next comic without a few caveats. For starters, I LOVE chick drummers. I mean, I LOVE them. I get excited when I see one. My heart fills with admiration. (Picture me, then, at the Weezer show on Saturday night, when kids from the Chicago School of Rock sang two Weezer songs for the 3,000+ in attendance -- oh! my heart! wept! SO COOL! -- and there was a middle-school aged chick drummer. I wanted to travel back in time to be her BFF.)
Furthermore, I appreciate women musicians in every form. That is all.
I think at this point Jason's caught up to me with comics. Better get to work on a new one! Hmmm...
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