CONGRATULATIONS TO RUDY, BUT...

Ever have one of those good and bad days all in one? Here's the scoop. Rudy Desantis of Mindcandy and of course our old show was up for some Detroit Music Awards Friday night. Congrats to Mindcandy on winning People's Choice Award at the DMAs for Best Hard Rock Band. Rudy even heard the announcement this time and FINALLY made it on stage to accept. In the past with every win he was either in line at the bar too drunk to hear it, or passed out in the men's room or an alley or whatnot. So he's on stage accepting the award and giving shoutouts to everyone and feeling great. The night only gets better because he parties heavily with the band and all his friends. So heavily that he says he forgets most of the night. He knows he went other places but it became a blur. Night ends and story gets good when his friend drops him off at Rudy's apartment. Rudy says he does not remember the ride home, but there he was. Gets out of the car, goes into his apartment through his sliding glass door which he brilliantly had left unlocked. Walks in only to find............

NOTHING...............

everything was gone. He says they not only hit his place, it was like they backed up a truck and emptied out nearly everything. Stereo gone. Computer gone. Gaming console gone. Even lamps, stuff off the walls, furniture, everything. Gone. He's now in shock and wanders into his bedroom. Sees the tv in the bedroom is still there but it is smashed into unrecognizable pieces all over his floor. Looks around to see they even took his bed. He says he stood there dumbfounded thinking those words over and over in his drunken head..."They even took my bed!".

Maybe by now you're getting it.

So he doesn't call the cops. Whether it is because he's drunk or just in shock, he wasn't sure. But he just keeps walking around his apartment for half an hour. When asked if this were an exaggeration of time he said no. Half an hour he's in there, walking from empty room to empty room, not believing how he'd been robbed. Those thoughts never even slowed down when he saw the spackling on the walls. He was even thinking how he couldn't drive anywhere this drunk, but how he did not want to sleep on the floor. So 35 minutes or so into this nightmare, he's back in the living room looking at said floor and thinking "They even took my carpet." Then thought, "Not only did they take my carpet, they replaced it with this crappy old carpet." Something about that thought stuck with our drunken Rudy. It rattled in his head a moment or three, when it finally hits him he's in the wrong apartment.

Rudy was so hammered he actually walked the wrong way after being dropped off and was at the far end of his complex, and let himself in through a different unlocked sliding glass door to the wrong, vacant apartment.

The father in me thinks how this could have ended tragically. Imagine it had been an occupied apartment, and occupied by a gun owner, and this drunk guy walks in to your living room and (I imagine here what would have gone down) starts screaming at you to get out. I think Mr. Gunowner would have left Mr. Rockawardgetter in a pool of blood and Jaeger.

Anyway, congratulations to Mindcandy for the win and to Rudy for surviving another night.