Yes, it will be another evening of thrills, chills, and beer spills tonight at the old B-Dog. The Wormy Dog Allstars are opening for McClure and his bunch. Good times. And being at the original Dog last night here in Stillwater makes me appreciate the new one that much more. Maybe I'm growing up or getting old. I mean, its still cool to hang there and stuff. The atmosphere is still there. Especially the atmosphere of the men's room where the sink is backed up and used as an ash tray, the toilet that doesn't flush and used as a butt receptacle in more ways than one, and the the sweet urinal trough with no running water. Oh it's heavenly. I used to never bat an eye at that saying, "if you don't like it, tough. that's the Wormy Dog." Now, not so much. In Bricktown, I can hang in the bathroom all night (not that I actually would). Let me paint a picture of this epitome of restroom goodness. Six individual urinals with fresh cakes resting at the bottom emmitting the finest urinal cake oder I've ever smelled before. I believe five toilets with "privacy curtains" for those special moments. Six clean sinks with hot and cold water. There's even soap! On the wall, a paper towel dispenser with a trash can underneath. Last but not least, a timed air freshener spray that keeps me coming back for that fresh mountain scent. And guess what people... they all work! It's amazing when you have these commodities, guys actually use them. I have no idea why I started talking about bathrooms. Maybe I'll talk about kitchens or lawnmowers next time.