1.) played to 12 people and drank old crow in an alleyway with our original drummer. heckled the closing band. extricated drummer from a fight. drank more crow, then more vodka. drank more rum. smoked first ever cigarette. slept in one of those weird cube shaped vans on top of the drums. Was Not Arrested. Did not go home with any attractive women. 2.) played to 20 people through a rented amplifier. was dressed in a miniskirt, tube top, and hoop earrings (please note: i am a male). drank 2 bottles of wine before i plugged in. quit the band onstage (blackmore style! haha). went to the front room and found my guitar case had been filled with silly string. went home with attractive british woman who helped me remove fingernail lacquer. 3.) played to 3 people in an abandoned catholic school that still had power for some reason. my chorus pedal would not turn on. our new drummer fell over backwards (suffering from ethanol deactivation syndrome) and gave himself a concussion. i managed to get a date for 1AM EST, but i had to find somewhere to deposit my coma-bound percussionist. i wrestled him into a rideshare car to transport us across town (he was dead weight and quite heavy). after a 15 minute car ride, i wake him up. but he still cannot walk. he falls over and concusses himself all over again. finally i push him up a set of stairs by my other buddy's house, prop him up against the front door, ring the bell, and run away. i made it to my date on time. i'm a good friend.