True. First you have to be out all night, fall off the stage in the middle of set 5, climb back up and persevere until they run you out of there with vacuum cleaners at 3 A.M. and, somehow, make it home, up the steps on 2nd or 3rd attempt, win sweety pie's heart by explaining that it's OK - you ain't f*cked anybody or killed anybody, and maybe you'll make it as far as the sofa, if she'll let you. And then, 2 hours later you need to wake up on your feet, running back out to the car because you forgot to bring your guitar in, and, if you're lucky, it'll be the coldest night of the year, the house is nice and warm, and you're dumb enough to drag it out of the case and park it on the guitar stand and when you finally start wobbling about, mid afternoon, you'll see that the guitar now has finish checking. But all these conditions have to be right. There are no short cuts.