And on the seventh day God created Sherb

I'm sure many of you are wondering how I got this great name. Well probably not, but until you tell me what you want to hear about I'm going to assume you're all dying to know the origins of "Sherb".

Our story begins back on May 27, 2004 when the JJ4 went to B.B. King's to see Jerry Jeff Walker. For those of you who have yet to take in a show if you get there late you may be forced to sit at a table with complete strangers. Worse yet, you may have to stand at the bar......egads! This being like our 19th time seeing Jerry Jeff we didn't feel the need to get there all that early and were forced to sit next to some crazy blonde and her boyfriend. Knowing we'd be spending the next three hours with this young couple we introduced ourselves and began chatting them up. At least her, he looked like that dude from the Blue Lagoon.

We'll call her Kat, why? Because that's her name dumbass. Kat is what I like to call, a degenerate southerner. This is her:



Why is she a degenerate southerner? Let me count the ways....she has a beer in her hand, she's drunk, she's wearing my sunglasses, she's having way too good of a time with complete strangers, she's totally ignoring Blue Lagoon to be with said strangers, she's from the south, she gave me her number and oh yeah, she has this scar that you might just be able to make out on her right hand from receiving stiches after punching some chick in the face for calling her a slut.

So after a little banter we ask her if she remembers our names. She manages to get one of our names right but only because it also happened to be Blue Lagoon's name as well. When she gets around to me she has the totally confused look on her face and goes.....Shhhhhherb? WTF Kat? That's not even a name? What is that, short for Sherbet? Are people down south named Sherb?

Well, after the show we insist that she join us for beer and free hot dogs at Rudy's. It's only then that we learn Blue Lagoon from Connecticut isn't 21 yet. Of course this doesn't stop our degenerate southerner from partying with the JJ4! Literally leaving Blue Lagoon sitting on the curb, we go in for shots and dogs. A bathroom break and beer later we exit to find Blue Lagoon still sitting right where we left him. This guy must have left his ball in his hut at the lagoon because I would have told her to fuck off. We take pity on the poor lad and jump in a couple cabs headed for the Rodeo Bar where he wouldn't be carded.

Sure enough he got in and it was there that Flaco got a kiss from her and I got her phone number. Lefty was convinced she would have shown us her boobs for $100.

Weeks later Flaco and Arlo kept referring to me as Sherb and it kinda stuck.

There you have it. Did I miss anything Arlo?

Hugs and kisses,
-Sherb