Arriving home from a late gig: What's happens at your place?

A J

A J

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It's 2:30 AM. You've finished a long gig. You're tired, hungry, dirty and quietly enter your house. What's the sequence of events that takes place at your house?

Here's what happens nowadays:

Wife and I have 3 big airedale terriers. They go absolutely bonkers: barking, shrieking, howling and running around while my wife's voice joins the chorus telling them to "shut up". The circus lasts for a couple minutes then slowly dies down as I pet each one of them, essentially rewarding them for the bad behavior. It's the funniest thing ever! I'm always filthy after a gig, so a shower is a must, as is a bite to eat.

Decades ago, when I used to gig almost every weekend, the dogs got so used to me showing up late that they wouldn't even open an eye. My wife used to joke that anyone with the house key could show up, crawl into bed with her and nobody would know till morning! :)
 
Nowadays I've got it down to a fine art.

Best thing I ever got was a house with a driveway in the back garden that you can only get to down a private road. I got big iron gates with spikes on the top so I reverse in, shut the gates and worry about unloading the car in the morning. The cats might be wating in the garden for me to let them in.

I'm English so nothing happens without tea. Kettle on, chuck a pint of squash whilst kettle is boiling. Tea and biscuits and another squash off up to bed, hopefully the cats haven't got too comfy on my side of the bed. Quick shower and get moaned at by the wife for eating biscuits in bed and I'm asleep not long after that :)
 
A J said:
They go absolutely bonkers: barking, shrieking, howling and running around while my wife's voice joins the chorus telling them to "shut up".
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That's my house too, no matter what time it is. My boxer and pit bull want me to give them a treat, pet them, let them out, then put them to bed. In that order. Routine is everything to a dog.
 
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During the summer, I always shower after a gig, because I sweat and hate to go to bed in that state. I rarely eat anything, brush teeth, take my meds and conk out. The Mrs. is a night owl on weekends, so she may be up, maybe not.
 
I complain that the door isn't opened wide enough for me to carry drums in the front door with both hands full.
The cat used to immediately get right under my feet like your dogs do but he's very smart and now he greets me when the door opens, then I say"lookout, lookout, lookout", and he hurries to the livingroom and politely sits upright and still, watching, until he can tell I'm done moving things in to the diningroom. Then he knows I have a few minutes break to pet him and let him show me that he missed me. I wash my hands then settle in.
Lately gigs are clean and smoke free.
 
get home, change into my "hanging about the house" clothing, put my washing in the washer till later on, have something to eat and drink, take my meds and chill for a couple hours to get the energy/"gig buzz" out of my system :)

unless im on a tight time schedule and have to be up early, in which case i'l change out of my clothing into my sleepwear, pop my meds, and head straight to sleep (albeit restless sleep as i usually still have the "gig buzz" in my system)
 
We typically back the limo into the garage , my driver then opens my door then proceeds to open the door into the mudroom where my personal assistant hands me a towel slippers and a fresh robe. Then I enter the kitchen and quietly ask my chef to prepare a nice omelette with some fresh squeezed orange juice. After my shower my masseuse rubs me down for 10 min then I get busy with that omelet. By now my driver has unloaded all my gear and brought it into my studio, I let him go at this point , he’s finished for the evening.
After my meal I’ll sit down in the studio and listen to a couple cuts from the nights show , helps me unwind and settle down with a nice 20 yr old Scotch. By now my assistant has drawn the shades fluffed my pillows and turned down the bed asks me if there’s anything else that I need? I respond with a thanks that will be all for tonight. He responds I’ll wake you at noon for your brunch date at 2:00 pm.
Good night
 
No arriving home that late for me. If we play a nursing home, I'm home by 7pm lol.

Other restaurant/ bar gigs I'm home by 11. I load in my drums (I'll bring hardware in the next day) play with cats/ feed them, order pizza delivery, take a quick shower, sit in my recliner and stream some WWII/mafia/new release movie (no superhero or fantasy or sci-fi I'm not a fan of those), and goto bed by 2am.
 
Rattlin' Bones said:
No arriving home that late for me. If we play a nursing home, I'm home by 7pm lol.
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Have you ever pondered the term, 'bed-ridden'?
Oops.

Other restaurant/ bar gigs I'm home by 11. I load in my drums (I'll bring hardware in the next day) play with cats/ feed them, order pizza delivery, take a quick shower, sit in my recliner and stream some WWII/mafia/new release movie (no superhero or fantasy or sci-fi I'm not a fan of those), and goto bed by 2am.
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Another house with barking dogs

If I’m lucky the other half has remembered to take the house keys out the inside of the door - so I can get in the house from the outside….

Then if I’m successful in getting in my own house, I’m met by our two barking Jack Russell’s that wake the other half up, until they see it’s me and go back to bed.

Thankfully our daughter sleeps through this.

Got a late gig this Sunday evening I’m already starting to dread - due to the above elements.
 
I unload the car. Depending on how awake I am I may stay up or fall asleep. I may eat something.

It sounds boring, and I want it boring. If it was exciting then something has likely gone wrong, such as a water pipe broke. That happened once.
 
Pretty similar to most...minus the #1 in the driveway. My neighbors are too close.

I'm usually greeted by my "puppy cat" who is always happy to see me. I'll unload everything, put appropriate items back on shelves, take a shower, eat something light, maybe some tea or something too. Pet the cat while I wind down watching something on tv, or listening to the gig recording, or some mellow music.
 
I back into the garage, and take the stuff that's going into the house with me. Depending on the time of year and the flow of the day, I may eat and/or drink something quickly. I hit the showers and hit the hay. I rarely if ever wake up my wife, who sleeps like the proverbial dead. I usually unload the car the next day if I get home after 10 PM.
 
Pretty similar, breakables bags come in the house with me, then greet the dogs. I'll usually have a cocktail while I have a sit with my dog and let the quiet seep in
 
get in; keys down. TV on, and dive into a bag of 8 White Castles cheeseburgers and fries. That has been my post gig routine 99% of the time since high school. We would finish a gig, and then us ,and our circle of fans - t he local metalheads, and punx - would storm the local White Castles and eat burgers, and be stupid until we got kicked out. We are now all in separate bands, but each one of us still - for the most part - makes that the post gig routine

it's the only time I eat Whiteys...they have sort of a sacred space in my group of band friends for being only for post gig meals.

That is also just about the right frequency for my stomach to handle them as well
 
it's always a question do I unload the car tonight ponder the weather temp or wait till the morning.
yep inevitably unload the drums into the garage

so it's like a gig after the gig
 
Shells are coming inside.

Unless it's perfect temp outside and humidity is close.
 
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