So, I got a new mattress from a furniture store that was going out of business. I caught the last day, and got a steal of a deal on a high end, name brand mattress and box spring. The only problem is, since the store was closing, there was no delivery and disposal. No problem though, because I have a trailer for the band(s). I got the mattress home, and hauled my old one out.
I left my old mattress set at my guitarist's house, since he lives close to the city. There was a high likelihood that the universe would claim it from his front lawn, but even the garbage man didn't take it. Oh, what to do with this mattress?
This weekend we played a three day show put on by these musicians that all do several bands. We played electric the first night with some heavier bands. We played acoustic the second night with the mellower projects. We decided to take the mattress and box spring to the second night. We set it up in front of the stage, and put an old fitted sheet on it. It remained populated throughout the night. I called "No givesies backsies" from stage, so it became the venue's problem.
People were jumping on it all night, and the fitted sheet kept coming off. Every time this would happen, some chick would come over and make the bed again. It was a lot of fun until the venue decided to evict the mattress. They asked me to put it back in the trailer, but I called "No givesies backsies" fair and square. At the end of the night, I waved at my former love fortress leaning up against the dumpster outside the venue as I pulled away for the night.
I left my old mattress set at my guitarist's house, since he lives close to the city. There was a high likelihood that the universe would claim it from his front lawn, but even the garbage man didn't take it. Oh, what to do with this mattress?
This weekend we played a three day show put on by these musicians that all do several bands. We played electric the first night with some heavier bands. We played acoustic the second night with the mellower projects. We decided to take the mattress and box spring to the second night. We set it up in front of the stage, and put an old fitted sheet on it. It remained populated throughout the night. I called "No givesies backsies" from stage, so it became the venue's problem.
People were jumping on it all night, and the fitted sheet kept coming off. Every time this would happen, some chick would come over and make the bed again. It was a lot of fun until the venue decided to evict the mattress. They asked me to put it back in the trailer, but I called "No givesies backsies" fair and square. At the end of the night, I waved at my former love fortress leaning up against the dumpster outside the venue as I pulled away for the night.
