My fingers smell like loose change...

I had the house to myself tonight, so I decided to open up Li'l Rosie (that's my amp's name, which I just made up on the spot) and wail. I played from about 11pm to 1:15am. Bung. I'm learning some songs Mr. Blonde (my dad's band) plays so that maybe I could go up and jam with them sometime during a gig. Here's what I know so far (I know a lot more than these songs, but these are the ones they play):
Led Zeppelin - Heartbreaker
Led Zeppelin - Celebration Day
Led Zeppelin - Rock and Roll
Led Zeppelin - Misty Mountain Hop
Led Zeppelin - Custard Pie
Radiohead - Creep
Toadies - Possum Kingdom
Velvet Revolver - Fall To Pieces
Velvet Revolver - Set Me Free
Weezer - Hash Pipe

Here are some songs I'm still learning/a little shaky on:
Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains The Same
Led Zeppelin - The Wanton Song
Smashing Pumpkins - 1979

I also learned "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins because I was in the tuning for it, but Mr. Blonde doesn't play that one. Either way, that song fucking owns.

It's been rough getting back into guitar because my mind still thinks I can play like I did 5 or 6 years ago, but my hands don't want to cooperate. Not only have I lost my speed and accuracy, but my calluses have gone the way of the dodo, leaving tender tips in their place. After playing for a couple hours, sometimes it hurts just to type. Ah well, time to sack up and stop being a pussy. Stevie Ray Vaughan played so much that he would shred the calluses on his fingers, and then keep playing until they bled. He would fill the cracks and missing pieces of flesh with super glue. If that's not a fucking badass, I don't know what is. Then again, he did put cocaine in his morning cup of whiskey...