Social Club

I thought the "who's who at parties" ended in high school.  Wrong.  Tonight was like walking into a bee hive of Sonoma County soap opera drama as to whom is fucking whom, divorce proceedings, business bankruptcy proceedings, tech start up proceedings, etc.

I was already dizzy by the time I walked through the front door to the time I reached the bar area.  To make matters worse, the lead guitarist of the band looked EXACTLY like my older brother to the point where I was staring and taking pictures.  He probably thought I was some freaky groupy but the likeness was too much to bear and I had to send proof to my brother of his "twin." 

Like that was not enough.  Blasts from the past kept walking through the front door.