One of my best friends growing up did that for a while at the Cheyenne Social Club in the late 70's. I worked in the resturant busing tables, washing dishesand he cleaned rooms and would deliver room service when needed.
Anyway, I never paid much attention to who was playing the club and did not think anything of it when he
called down to the resturant and said he needed help with a huge order. When he got there he was all smiles and had glowing red eyes. We head up to the main suite and he knocks on the door with his foot, there is kinda loud music coming through the door. Swoosh it opens and this hairy guy with even brighter red eyes is standing their and yeling over his shoulder "Munchies!" turns back and says come on it
Damn room was smoked out, beer all over the place, bottles of Jim Beam and other things like Gin, bunch of wiped out guys, girls, some half dressed all laying about or playing cards and what have you. In we go and BOOM the door slambs behind us. Rick is putting food down on a table knocking beer cans over and I am standing there and something smoking at one end is stuck in my face right in front of my mouth "Hit" and then we just kind of didn't go back to work. Hell I don't remember how or when I got home either. We also didn't have jobs after that night. Seems the front desk, front/resturant manager and kitchen manager all called up looking for us and someone told them " I dunno where they are, they left hours ago? "
The band is one some might have heard of Iron Butterfly
I think that was one of the wildest nights, though only one of them, I had growing up.
Then it was back to construction for me, older brothers are a serious pain when they demand you are going to work...
