Happy birthday!
I had an invitation to see a friend's studio. He's very serious, but I figured I'd go check it out.
Dude is a wanker.
For one thing - he's showing me all his stuff, and it's some seriously nice stuff, even a Cujo guitar - he refused to let me so much as touch anything. It was pretty much sit perfectly still and let him do everything.
Then he's musically fucktarded. Like, none of the stuff he showed me was listenable, except for one song, and that was when he accidentally played Jason Mraz. I didn't want to be rude and be all "yeah it's interesting that you can play in 7/16 or 8/13 time, but it's insufferably boring to listen to" because that is a Dick Move and I didn't want him to be upset with me. By the end I mentioned I was exhausted (I was) and that I should probably go home - at which point he more or less pushed me out of his studio, and made me walk home after he had driven me out to his house. Erf.
At the same time, he's pretty much the only recording studio in this county, so I don't want to be on his bad side.