SCOTT: I love my role in life, especially when it comes to Silly Puppy, the band. My role is to keep it interesting. It's not on purpose, mind you, it's just the way it is. Last week, I of course broke my string and proceeded to get my hair caught in it. This week, I tried replacing my own strings, stopped short and ended up working on editing a short story for my upcoming book with my editor over the phone last night until 1:30 a.m.

7:16 a.m. Ed calls, I'm lost on the day/time/place of where/who/what I am per usual. Fog clears, Silly Puppy, time to go...NOW!!! Wait!!! Guitar! Crap! No strings! Hm....

I call Ed and he comes up to replace them for me. For some reason, the string package I have only seems to have five. I think it's the manufacturers version of "the typo." So Ed replaces my five of six strings and asks if we should go or just hit coffee since it's now 7:55. We usually play from 7:00 to 8:00. We look out the windows of my loft and there's a commuter ferry plying the waters of Puget Sound toward the dock.

"We're going! They have no idea we haven't been there since 7! We'll play, we'll drink coffee and chat about life and then we'll blog!" I inspire Ed to not give up on me, the wayward one.

We bolt downstairs and I'm sporting the world's best shirt ~ Velvet Leopard Print. Blue sunglasses round out my ensemble with a sassy pair of jeans and $55 work boots from Fred Meyer purchased for my "construction boy" Halloween Costume last fall. Steady Eddie is wearing the stiff, white, perfect shirt and jeans, his Friday uniform. He spices with a fedora and sunglasses from his car. AxL is in normal form, of course.

We play, people smile. They are beginning to love us. In fact, I fantasize how some people think of calling in sick to work on a Friday but as they lie in their beds, they think to themselves:

"No, I'm going to get up and go to work simply to see those two dudes playing guitar at the docks!"

Yes, Silly Puppy keeps the souls of the working class humming every Friday. As we play, I have a much easier time of it with just five strings since there are fewer things to mess me up. I ponder going to four strings next week or perhaps even one string. Heck, why bother with the strings at all? They only get in the way of my vivacious stage presence anyway...

8:05 a.m. the ferry commuters have dispersed to their jobs throughout the city and the sidewalks are naked except for the sounds of our 11 strings strumming. We call it a day and walk to Ed's shiny BMW to go and get coffee at Torrefazione on Occidental. AxL stays on the sidewalk, unfulfilled by such a short stint and we have to coax him to just let it go for today. Our mission here is done.

We wrap up our morning sipping coffee while Ed tells "worst date ever" stories and I laugh. Yea, maybe I got my head caught in a guitar, maybe I can't string one to save my life, maybe I can't even do something so simple as buy a full package of six strings....but at least I've never fallen backwards out of a chair while telling stories with grand arm gestures in front of my current "interest" and her friends as Ed has. It's nice to know misery has company although I'm beginning to think we may need to hire stunt doubles when we take our show on the road.