Amateur night at the Bottleneck

I woke up around 8-ish when the sunshine hit my face. I sweetened my French Roast coffee with a packet of Swiss Miss Hot Cocoa Mix to make it mocha. . . and that's the only reason I'm cognizant this morning. I went to Lawrence last night to see my brother's band play an abbreviated set at the open mic night at the Bottleneck, which is a prerequisite for getting booked there. It was free entertainment. They were preceded by some kind of goth metal band and succeeded by a rap group, both of which were pretty tolerable. I was just out too late for a school night.