It was a Saturday, and I was in the kitchen working on my wife's birthday dinner - we've got a bunch of people coming over and she chose a meal which is a major production. I've got The Dave Matthews Band (DMB) on about 10 - shaking the windows, a cold beverage, and I'm cooking my ass off. Now I can trash a kitchen - ingredients everywhere - floor, walls, ceiling, you name it. Listening to the DMB, I remember they are playing close by and it's sold out, and I forgot to get tickets. FORGOT to get tickets. I tell my wife and she says "no big deal". She's a 10.

15 minutes later: I hear my wife scream "SAM". The music was so loud she had to scream. Anyway, I look through the window and I can see her talking to the mailman - not our regular mailman, but a substitute. I walk outside and he's listening to the music as well. Hell, it was so loud I guess the entire neighborhood was listening. I take pride in being Riff Raff.

He said "Would you like two tickets to the DMB concert? Pick me up out of the yard. Is that strange? He delivered them on Sunday.

So, there are three points to this story (1) it was the best encounter with the species vealuseggplantusparmesonous to date and (2) the mail here does run on Sunday and (3) Loud Music is Good!

Although I disagree with the DMB’s politics 100%, they can GET DOWN!