So, apparently, I shouldn’t get gas as I leave town. The last time I took off to see Murnane Tribe (my husband’s band) play at the Rock House in Indy, I drove off with the gas cap clanking loudly against the side of my Escalade (as mentioned in this post: http://tenaciousbitch.com/2013/01/30/post-86-tripping-for-the-tribe/). THIS time, I pulled in too close to a white metal barrier next to the gas pumps, and I heard this metallic CRUNCH as I pulled away, only to find that I had scraped the side of my car on the white metal barrier, leaving a lovely set of skid marks on my SUV (sigh) – pictured below.
I hope we can buy some touch-up paint or something to cover up those streaks. If not, OOPS…and double oops…
Otherwise, all went well, and it was a great show. However, I had dinner with my cousin Jillian and her husband before the show, and she kept adding more Merlot to my glass when it was half empty. So, I lost track of time, and in a blink, it was 11:30. I hurriedly changed clothes and drove to the club, which was about 15 minutes away, and I missed the first 2 songs. But that’s okay, I saw the remainder of their set (i.e. the photos below). My husband’s the front man on the left playing bass and singing.
Unfortunately, the batteries were dead in my camera, and some of my cell photos are blurry. Yes, I know, next time – CHECK one’s equipment before leaving… 
Sean, the drummer for Murnane Tribe.
I stayed for a little while after the Tribe quit playing to see the last band, Misunderstood, who were really good. They’re from Dayton, I think, and they were rather reminiscent of the Runaways. A couple photos of them below…
Lead singer for Misunderstood.
Misunderstood at the Rock House Cafe – Indianapolis, July 27, 2013
Murnane Tribe, however, didn’t start playing until midnight, and by the time I got back to Jillian’s house on the South end of Indianapolis and got ready for bed, it was almost 3 AM when I crashed for the night. So…I’m a rather worn out today.
Then, in the morning, much to my surprise, Jillian’s cat, Mocha, decided I’m now her BFF (photo below).
She’s always either ignored me or hissed at me whenever I dared to walk near her. However, this time, she climbed up on my lap, mewed demurely, then curled up and went to sleep. Of course, she did this just as I was about to get up and get dressed and head out the door.
I checked my email on my phone and let her sleep a few minutes, and when I started to sit up and displace her, she hissed at me again. So, I guess I can’t win. Finally, I just sat up and gingerly set her back down on the couch, which is when I snapped the photo above. She was glaring at me, so I don’t know if that just made it appear as though she’s cross-eyed, or she is actually cross-eyed. She’s never cozied up to me before to where I could actually SEE her eyes before this past weekend. I emailed Jillian for clarification, but I haven’t heard back from her yet.
Anywho…after getting stuck in construction traffic and behind a wreck on 70 East, I made it home around 6:30 last night. Back to the not-so-glamorous life of a rock star’s wife with 14 pounds of dirty laundry waiting for me and a scratched up SUV (triple oops).
And as a follow-up to my previous posts about my trip back home to WV for high school reunion – mentioned in these posts:
http://tenaciousbitch.com/2013/07/20/the-story-of-the-pink-elephant-and-my-high-school-reunion/
http://tenaciousbitch.com/2013/07/25/post-105-about-that-pink-elephant-and-a-dance-down-memory-lane/
Brenda (a friend from HEHS) emailed me this link about the pink elephant:
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/1487
So, I guess that iconically weird statue remains a mystery…
Oh, and as a side note: the Tribe got to do a promo for an Internet radio station in London, so stay tuned…I’ll post the link to the radio station whenever the promo is finished. Kind of exciting, yeah?
Over and out from CRAZYTOWN’S annex…
TenaciousBITCH and her band of truth-spouting hippies…
© Tenacious Bitch 2013
