11-May-2006

Mr. Robert's, Madison, Wisconsin

We must’ve pissed off the rain gods. Maybe one of our numbers inadvertently was an ancient Mayan song of rain. Regardless, it rained all of this Thursday, and continued into the night. The patrons who made it to Mr. Robert’s were strong and reliable—they all stayed to the bitter, water-logged end and for that I applaud them. But, then again, they might’ve all been ancient Mayan rain gods. I guess that would explain the headdresses and loin cloths.