Jesus, what a night. After the show I drove home, forgot to get bread. On route for bread shopping, wife rings saying can I pick her up from her Easter staff night thingy. Being the good husband, I drive in, double park on street next to hotel and wander around looking for her. I find her and then on the way out I find Michael fuckin’ Bay. And what follows is the result of shitty camera phones and wife not being able to take a picture to save her life. Like a big child, I didn’t even ask him why he was here! Anyway, here’s the pic!
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