Tastes like Chickenfoot

Remember all that Chickenfoot business a few months ago? When they played that tiny, little, swelteringly hot basement club? Well, the boys were back in town last night, at a much more appropriate venue … and it seemed like the perfect excuse for Wonder Woman and me to spend a whole bunch of money we don’t have by staying overnight at a nearby ritzy hotel. (Hey, we’re just trying to do our part to spur the economy.)

I’m happy to report that the show kicked ass, and the entire experience was worth every debt-ridden dime we spent. I’ll give you the full scoop tomorrow.

(On a related note: Brace yourself for tomorrow’s Photo of the Day; you will soon see Wonder Woman at the height of her rock-goddess powers.)