TOUR 2 GO GO GO!
Let me tell you what isn’t going to be interesting: reading this tour diary entry. We have been driving for about 18 hours and we should be driving for 14 more after this. Reading about someone driving is not very interesting.
So let’s start out with leaving for tour. Let’s start out with VAN CALL. Van call today was at 10:00 so we could leave around 10:00/11:00… Math and I ran around all day to try and get our van and trailer all set, and the people at U-Haul were really cool. Anyway… van call was 10:00… apparently not everyone knew that, but that is cool because we called everyone up earlier on in the day and let them know. We left for tour at about 2:30 and got off of Long Island at about 3:30 AM.
Then it came time to drive. I just started typing shit out and I realized how fucking boring it is to read who’s been driving where. Here’s some things that happened.
- I drove for almost eleven hours while everyone was sleeping. Joe stayed up for two hours.
- I got yet another Waffle House name tag. It was from Theresa. She was a lot nicer than Cierra.
That’s like… That’s about it. We’re still driving. Right now we’re in Tennessee. Maybe one of these days I’ll have something more interesting to say. Well, at least here’s a list of states that we’ve been in.
New york
New jersey
Connecticut
Pennsylvania
New Hampshire
Maine
Maryland
Delaware
Virginia
West Virginia
North Carolina
South Carolina
Georgia
Alabama
Florida
Mississippi
Louisiana
Texas
New mexico
Arizona
California
Nevada
Idaho
Montana
Wyoming
Utah
Colorado
Kansas
Missouri
Ohio
Indiana
Illinois
Kentucky
Minnesota
Wisconsin
Tennessee
YEAH!
7.16.2003
7.02.2003
Akron-ish, Ohio
one more entry.
type it all out just one more time.
you're almost at the finish line buddy.
take one more sip of powerade and just go for it.
we woke up fashionably late and showered for an uncharacteristically short amount of time before we got out of the hotel to get some food. Saw Letterkills in the parking lot last night and as of right now I already miss the nice friends we made on the Warped Tour and hope they will still make out with us when we join back up again.
we had the breakfast of a lifetime. the omlettes were the size of giant omlettes. most importantly, jt got the ball rolling at breakfast by admitting how many cigarettes (packs, singles, et cetera) he stole from the rest of us. other secrets continued to get revealed, such as the whereabouts of dave's all american rejects cd (bove threw it out the window, even though i could swear i saw jt do it) and who broke what, who fucked who, yadda yadda yadda, we paid the check and got the fuck on the fucking road.
i drove like a champ. we would get there almost on time if i drove over 72 the whole way which is a piece of cake... we'd get there at 8:30, 9, get on, play and celebrate over our last show of the first leg of tour. we had the cigars and everything. too bad we all forgot to account for the time zone change from chicago to akron. bummer. eventually i got us from some rest stop 2 and a half hours away from akron to akron in and hour and 45 minutes.
it didn't matter. the bands had already played when we were about 30 minutes away in traffic. we tried our hardest and there were still some kids there when we went on. ready for our last show, we did what any professional band with good intentions and work ethic would do. We totally SUCKED. not on purpose sucked... we played, and it was terrible. it brought a smile to my face that our odd tour of headlining our first show for 400+ kids on a weeknight, two weeks on the warped tour and higher than expected CD sales could end brightly on the note resonated by the shows that got cancelled on us. by the shows that were bar shows that no one showed up to. by what felt like 5 days off in florida and california. by the parking lot shows. this show represented our start, where everything didn't exactly go right, but we had fun anyway. it checked us away from that bitchy primadonna "if its not for 1,000 kids its not worth it" mentality and said "hey, you still play for the kids, not the fucking festivals." i enjoyed it.
more stuff? ok, but this is it for a while...
- lady at the taco bell was a total bitch.
- someone threw the handtruck on top of math's head.
- hung out with jess (promoter) and her friends and scared them with our stories of the subway booth.
- evil fog as i drove home lasted for about 150 miles.
- an opaque windshield.
- waking up to jt throwing up violently outside of the van.
i finally woke up again to jt saying "hey, no one else can drive, its your turn." i said "fuck you" and went back to sleep. he then played trumpet in my ear, i woke up and saw that i was at my house. wow. we fucking made it. and i had a pool now. as we were loading out, proving that nothing changes, dave bitched about his shoe being missing for about 90 minutes and bove bitched about no one wanting to drive him home for about 89 minutes. i ran into my house to take care of post-tour work that i have yet to take care of.
that's it.
read this entire thing. enjoy it. check out the names that i dropped, because they're all incredibly nice helpful bands/people/organizations.
and that's that.
one more entry.
type it all out just one more time.
you're almost at the finish line buddy.
take one more sip of powerade and just go for it.
we woke up fashionably late and showered for an uncharacteristically short amount of time before we got out of the hotel to get some food. Saw Letterkills in the parking lot last night and as of right now I already miss the nice friends we made on the Warped Tour and hope they will still make out with us when we join back up again.
we had the breakfast of a lifetime. the omlettes were the size of giant omlettes. most importantly, jt got the ball rolling at breakfast by admitting how many cigarettes (packs, singles, et cetera) he stole from the rest of us. other secrets continued to get revealed, such as the whereabouts of dave's all american rejects cd (bove threw it out the window, even though i could swear i saw jt do it) and who broke what, who fucked who, yadda yadda yadda, we paid the check and got the fuck on the fucking road.
i drove like a champ. we would get there almost on time if i drove over 72 the whole way which is a piece of cake... we'd get there at 8:30, 9, get on, play and celebrate over our last show of the first leg of tour. we had the cigars and everything. too bad we all forgot to account for the time zone change from chicago to akron. bummer. eventually i got us from some rest stop 2 and a half hours away from akron to akron in and hour and 45 minutes.
it didn't matter. the bands had already played when we were about 30 minutes away in traffic. we tried our hardest and there were still some kids there when we went on. ready for our last show, we did what any professional band with good intentions and work ethic would do. We totally SUCKED. not on purpose sucked... we played, and it was terrible. it brought a smile to my face that our odd tour of headlining our first show for 400+ kids on a weeknight, two weeks on the warped tour and higher than expected CD sales could end brightly on the note resonated by the shows that got cancelled on us. by the shows that were bar shows that no one showed up to. by what felt like 5 days off in florida and california. by the parking lot shows. this show represented our start, where everything didn't exactly go right, but we had fun anyway. it checked us away from that bitchy primadonna "if its not for 1,000 kids its not worth it" mentality and said "hey, you still play for the kids, not the fucking festivals." i enjoyed it.
more stuff? ok, but this is it for a while...
- lady at the taco bell was a total bitch.
- someone threw the handtruck on top of math's head.
- hung out with jess (promoter) and her friends and scared them with our stories of the subway booth.
- evil fog as i drove home lasted for about 150 miles.
- an opaque windshield.
- waking up to jt throwing up violently outside of the van.
i finally woke up again to jt saying "hey, no one else can drive, its your turn." i said "fuck you" and went back to sleep. he then played trumpet in my ear, i woke up and saw that i was at my house. wow. we fucking made it. and i had a pool now. as we were loading out, proving that nothing changes, dave bitched about his shoe being missing for about 90 minutes and bove bitched about no one wanting to drive him home for about 89 minutes. i ran into my house to take care of post-tour work that i have yet to take care of.
that's it.
read this entire thing. enjoy it. check out the names that i dropped, because they're all incredibly nice helpful bands/people/organizations.
and that's that.
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