Georgia
The sign above me says:
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Please Be Courteous If Others Are Waiting To Use The Computer.
Thank You
This computer is taking way too long to load its pages. Back at the awesome Motel 6. So here's what happened today. When it is at ALL possible, we try our best to be on time to shows that we can actually be on time for. Since we were 20 minutes away we decided to show up on time to this show that, yknow, we weren't supposed to be playing (we took Bum Ruckus's slot without asking the promoter until like about 2 hours before).
We roll up and the place looks awesome. But no one is there. It is a while before doors, so we wait a while. We backline our stuff. We sleep a bit. No one is there but the bands. "Fuck" we all say to ourselves simultaneously. We slept a whole lot at the venue and then were treated to The Cubists, a band that consisted of a guitar/singer and a drummer and they rocked pretty hard. Up next were a punk rock band called Sick Sick Sick. It was their first show and they covered a Turbonegro song. They also had a sing-along about cell phone ring tones. I think they tried to get the crowd to chant back and forth "Change your ring tone" and "I like my ring tone." The cool thing about this band is that their drummer has a leg problem in which his legs are turned outward. It made it difficult for him to walk, but he still played the DRUMS! OF ALL INSTRUMENTS. His kick pedal was pretty cool at time. And this is how he did it: Draw an upside down "V"
done? Ok... now draw the same thing but increase the angle.
Done? One side of the V was one leg going to a bass drum and one leg going to a hi-hat. It was pretty cool to see. Up next, to follow the eclecticism of this show was a ONE MAN BAND. This guy, Duck Duck Grey Duck, strapped a bass drum on his back with a megaphone attached to it, wore a headpiece that contained the mouthpiece to that megaphone, put tambourines all on one of his legs and tied a saddle to his other leg which controlled the bass drum. He then proceeded to march around the room while screaming and playing the accordion. We didn't know if we could really follow that up, but for some reason we REALLY REALLY REALLY did well at this show. It was a lot of fun. There were only about 15 kids there, but those 15 kids knew how to have a good time and I would take that over a room full of bored hipsters or assholes waiting for the local band ANY DAY. There were a lot of interesting characters from a mother of a four-month-old child to a [pc term for very very short guy] who told us after the show that he was being flown out to Japan with the Independents so he could dress up as a midget devil or somethin. He told me "It's great. I get to go to Europe and Japan for free just for being short!" The show was so much fun, we even convinced the guy from Duck Duck Grey Duck (his name is Alex, but you don't know that) to play "Piss Off" with us. We were all in a pretty bummed and tired mood because this is the first show on tour that didn't have a huge turnout for us and we knew the day was coming soon but we were, y'know, trying to prolong the inevitable. But the energy of the people at this show... even if they were sitting down I knew they were supporting any new ideas they got, whether it was a one-man-band or whether it was ska. So today turned from something that was depressing and miserable into the most eclectic show we ever played and one of the best times I've had on tour without the help of alcohol. We celebrated by going to a supermarket and spending six dollars on food that could feed a family of 5.
12.29.2003
12.28.2003
Virginia Beach to North Carolina... uh, South Carolina... uh, Augusta Georgia
I woke up in the morning to the delicious smell of Morningstar fake sausage links. Jenna's family gave a 5 million course breakfast which included coffee (!), homemade waffles (!!) and REAL maple syrup (!!!) to name a few things. After a while, we knew we had to head out. Today was the huge drive to Virginia Beach.
I took on the drive because I like driving. Turns out however, there was TERRIBLE traffic on the 95 in Jersey. When I say terrible, I mean a two and a half hour almost stand-still. For the first time ever I saw those advisory lights blinking on the side of the road DEMANDING we tune to 1610 AM and receive the traffic report. Of course I assumed that they are always blinking until JT said "I've never seen those things flash in my entire life! Turn to 1610! Turn off the iPod!" They suggested that we take 195 West to 295 South to the Delaware Memorial Bridge. The fact that they were broadcasting about exactly what road we were on made me extremely excited to take the detour. So excited that I am actually typing about this detour over 24 hours later. This is what I remember about our trip.
We made our rounds down the east coast. The most important stop as usual was the tobacco outlet right after the bridge in Delaware. Smokers: It is worth the trip to Delaware if you go here. Two cartons of Marlboro Blend No. 27 cost $24. That's about $1.20 per pack. Now that our van was filled with the nicotine we needed for the tour it was time to rush rush rush to the show, because we had to be there at 7:00 (!!) and it was already 3 or 4:00 (!!) and we had a long drive to go (!!not enought time!!) We stopped off to get gas somewhere in Virginia and everything was nice and cheap. I saw a pornography advertisement that said "WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH THREE EXTRA INCHES?" The picture was a woman wearing obviously too much makeup and looked like she was in her mid-40's and had been beaten by her husband about three minutes prior to snapshot time trying to cram a large penis into her mouth. Hot. Mike and Sean ordered sandwiches and apparently had to fill out online surveys to get said sandwiches. Forty five minutes later, we were forty five more minutes late to the show.
I sped as fast as I could, imagining that one of the speed-limit enforcing aircrafts would fly down in the middle of the 18 miles bridge connected one part of Virginia to Virginia Beach and stop all lanes of traffic to give me a California-style $800 speeding ticket. When we finally got to the show (traffic violation free), Dave informed me that he really didn't know what time the show ACTUALLY started, but 7:00 was a guess. We were kind of early. Thanks a lot Dave.
The show went awesomely. Sean played bass for the first time ever and I had to play guitar. That was kind of interesting because I don't know how to play the guitar really and Sean doesn't know how to play the bass really. What's more interesting is that Dave doesn't really know how to play the bass and JT doesn't know how to play the guitar, but they were pitching in on those instruments as well. Lots of people sitting at tables who I made fun of. Succeeding the show, those people bought me pitchers upon pitchers of beers and smokes because they wanted to prove that they weren't jerks. SCORE. The donation jar to fly Bove down to New Orleans to meet us went pretty well, and I think I stole a pitcher from the place, so if anyone from The Jewish Mother ever reads this, feel free to come up to Long Island and visit me and I'll give you said pitcher. The bands we played with (Bum Ruckus, Murphy's Kids and Jackmove) were all FUCKING GREAT. They are all awesome bands, it's definitely downhill from here probably because we've played with too many great ska bands at this point. KIDS: SKA EXISTS. LONG ISLAND IS FUCKING WITH YOU. Drunkenly, Eddie (bum ruckus), John (murphy's kids) and I decided to book a national tour in May with the three of our bands... an independent ska tour if you will. If that was just drunken banter, this will the last you will hear of it. If not, just you wait. I can't say the name of this tour because it is very offensive. Period. Don't ask. We'll change it. When I get back from tour I will scan the bar napkin in which I drew a map of America and the spots we plan to hit. On the map words like "Florida", "Jeremy", and "Do This When You Are Sober" are written sporadically as well as area codes for some reason.
We were going to stay at one of Jackmove's places (Sean Patrick & Melissa) except we had gotten a show today in Augusta. Oh yeah, the second that we showed up to the venue Eddie from Bum Ruckus hooked us up with 3 shows. Pretty much immediately. That's how you book a tour kids. As you go along. It was a 10 hour drive to Augusta so we couldn't stay over (fuck.) and we couldn't try and take advantage of drunk females (fuck. fuck.) and most importantly we would not be guaranteed (sic?) breakfast in the morning (fuckfuckfuckgoddammit.)
3:00 AM: Dave drives us to a gas station as we all call our close good friends trying to find out if one of them can Mapquest Virginia Beach to Augusta, Georgia.
4:00 AM: JT switches over to drive. I sit shotgun. We go until about 6:40 when we see a Motel 6 in Fayetteville, NC. Awesome. Sleep. No. No. NO.
ME: Do you have any vacancies?
MOTEL 6 AWFUL PERSON: No.
ME: I didn't see that many cars in the parking lot. You sure you don't have anything?
M6AP: No. And there's nothing in this town.
ME: What about...
M6AP: No.
ME: any other...
M6AP: No.
ME: motels nearby?
M6AP: No. They're all booked. Everyone came in tonight.
ME: Why?
M6AP: (walks away)
ME: Hey.
ME: (five minutes later) HEY! Can I have a Motel 6 directory.
M6AP: They are all booked up in North Carolina along I-95.
ME: Do you...
M6AP: No.
ME: (punches woman in the face)
7:00 AM: We wake Sean up because JT can't stay awake anymore. He was less than thrilled. He is sitting here watching me type this. I would usually say something like "he was a fuckin' pussy, fuckin' pussy can't fuckin' wake fuckin' up in the fuckin' morning." He thought that was funny. He's nodding. We walked into McDonalds with hair disheveled (sic?). Dave followed us in there and put both of our hair to shame. There was no McGriddle Value Meal posted on the big menu, but they had them. Thank god. You kids need to eat these. We agreed that Dave and Sean would take the drive all the way to Georgia so we had a motel for TWO nights. JT had already taken a bench to sleep on, I tried to cram into the floor while choking down my undigested McGriddle for about 2 hours.
9:00 AM: I eventually coerced Mike, whose suitcase had falled on top of him while he was sleeping and he looked like he was snuggling with it, to switch spots with me. Of course I sleep the only time Fugazi is being played in the van.
11:00 AM: We arrive at a Motel 6 in Georgia. This Motel 6 is used for the some golf tournament thing so it normally costs around $40. However, if we were here during one of the first few weeks in April it would be $200 A NIGHT. TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. And let me tell you, it would be worth every penny. Nicest Motel 6 I've ever been to. MICROWAVE. INTERNET. HUGE ROOMS. DVD PLAYER. COMPUTER WITH A "G" BUTTON THAT STICKS OCCASIONALLY. JACUZZI. POOL. THE DOORS ARE ON THE INSIDE. I don't know where they get off calling this a Motel 6, but fuck it, it is awesome. We watched the Fugazi DVD and fell asleep as Sean and Dave went to Walmart to buy some cheap food that we could cook in the microwave. I woke up and masturbated in the shower. Now Sean knows.
---VAN JAMS---
TOXIC by Britney Spears
GIRL O'CLOCK by Dismemberment Plan
DOCTOR WORM by They Might Be Giants
5 TIMES OUT OF 100 by Hot Hot Heat
if you listen to these songs, it'll be like you're on tour WITH US. except you're not. You're in your fucking miserable lame house.
P.S. it was twenty degrees this morning in North Carolina. W! T! F!
I woke up in the morning to the delicious smell of Morningstar fake sausage links. Jenna's family gave a 5 million course breakfast which included coffee (!), homemade waffles (!!) and REAL maple syrup (!!!) to name a few things. After a while, we knew we had to head out. Today was the huge drive to Virginia Beach.
I took on the drive because I like driving. Turns out however, there was TERRIBLE traffic on the 95 in Jersey. When I say terrible, I mean a two and a half hour almost stand-still. For the first time ever I saw those advisory lights blinking on the side of the road DEMANDING we tune to 1610 AM and receive the traffic report. Of course I assumed that they are always blinking until JT said "I've never seen those things flash in my entire life! Turn to 1610! Turn off the iPod!" They suggested that we take 195 West to 295 South to the Delaware Memorial Bridge. The fact that they were broadcasting about exactly what road we were on made me extremely excited to take the detour. So excited that I am actually typing about this detour over 24 hours later. This is what I remember about our trip.
We made our rounds down the east coast. The most important stop as usual was the tobacco outlet right after the bridge in Delaware. Smokers: It is worth the trip to Delaware if you go here. Two cartons of Marlboro Blend No. 27 cost $24. That's about $1.20 per pack. Now that our van was filled with the nicotine we needed for the tour it was time to rush rush rush to the show, because we had to be there at 7:00 (!!) and it was already 3 or 4:00 (!!) and we had a long drive to go (!!not enought time!!) We stopped off to get gas somewhere in Virginia and everything was nice and cheap. I saw a pornography advertisement that said "WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH THREE EXTRA INCHES?" The picture was a woman wearing obviously too much makeup and looked like she was in her mid-40's and had been beaten by her husband about three minutes prior to snapshot time trying to cram a large penis into her mouth. Hot. Mike and Sean ordered sandwiches and apparently had to fill out online surveys to get said sandwiches. Forty five minutes later, we were forty five more minutes late to the show.
I sped as fast as I could, imagining that one of the speed-limit enforcing aircrafts would fly down in the middle of the 18 miles bridge connected one part of Virginia to Virginia Beach and stop all lanes of traffic to give me a California-style $800 speeding ticket. When we finally got to the show (traffic violation free), Dave informed me that he really didn't know what time the show ACTUALLY started, but 7:00 was a guess. We were kind of early. Thanks a lot Dave.
The show went awesomely. Sean played bass for the first time ever and I had to play guitar. That was kind of interesting because I don't know how to play the guitar really and Sean doesn't know how to play the bass really. What's more interesting is that Dave doesn't really know how to play the bass and JT doesn't know how to play the guitar, but they were pitching in on those instruments as well. Lots of people sitting at tables who I made fun of. Succeeding the show, those people bought me pitchers upon pitchers of beers and smokes because they wanted to prove that they weren't jerks. SCORE. The donation jar to fly Bove down to New Orleans to meet us went pretty well, and I think I stole a pitcher from the place, so if anyone from The Jewish Mother ever reads this, feel free to come up to Long Island and visit me and I'll give you said pitcher. The bands we played with (Bum Ruckus, Murphy's Kids and Jackmove) were all FUCKING GREAT. They are all awesome bands, it's definitely downhill from here probably because we've played with too many great ska bands at this point. KIDS: SKA EXISTS. LONG ISLAND IS FUCKING WITH YOU. Drunkenly, Eddie (bum ruckus), John (murphy's kids) and I decided to book a national tour in May with the three of our bands... an independent ska tour if you will. If that was just drunken banter, this will the last you will hear of it. If not, just you wait. I can't say the name of this tour because it is very offensive. Period. Don't ask. We'll change it. When I get back from tour I will scan the bar napkin in which I drew a map of America and the spots we plan to hit. On the map words like "Florida", "Jeremy", and "Do This When You Are Sober" are written sporadically as well as area codes for some reason.
We were going to stay at one of Jackmove's places (Sean Patrick & Melissa) except we had gotten a show today in Augusta. Oh yeah, the second that we showed up to the venue Eddie from Bum Ruckus hooked us up with 3 shows. Pretty much immediately. That's how you book a tour kids. As you go along. It was a 10 hour drive to Augusta so we couldn't stay over (fuck.) and we couldn't try and take advantage of drunk females (fuck. fuck.) and most importantly we would not be guaranteed (sic?) breakfast in the morning (fuckfuckfuckgoddammit.)
3:00 AM: Dave drives us to a gas station as we all call our close good friends trying to find out if one of them can Mapquest Virginia Beach to Augusta, Georgia.
4:00 AM: JT switches over to drive. I sit shotgun. We go until about 6:40 when we see a Motel 6 in Fayetteville, NC. Awesome. Sleep. No. No. NO.
ME: Do you have any vacancies?
MOTEL 6 AWFUL PERSON: No.
ME: I didn't see that many cars in the parking lot. You sure you don't have anything?
M6AP: No. And there's nothing in this town.
ME: What about...
M6AP: No.
ME: any other...
M6AP: No.
ME: motels nearby?
M6AP: No. They're all booked. Everyone came in tonight.
ME: Why?
M6AP: (walks away)
ME: Hey.
ME: (five minutes later) HEY! Can I have a Motel 6 directory.
M6AP: They are all booked up in North Carolina along I-95.
ME: Do you...
M6AP: No.
ME: (punches woman in the face)
7:00 AM: We wake Sean up because JT can't stay awake anymore. He was less than thrilled. He is sitting here watching me type this. I would usually say something like "he was a fuckin' pussy, fuckin' pussy can't fuckin' wake fuckin' up in the fuckin' morning." He thought that was funny. He's nodding. We walked into McDonalds with hair disheveled (sic?). Dave followed us in there and put both of our hair to shame. There was no McGriddle Value Meal posted on the big menu, but they had them. Thank god. You kids need to eat these. We agreed that Dave and Sean would take the drive all the way to Georgia so we had a motel for TWO nights. JT had already taken a bench to sleep on, I tried to cram into the floor while choking down my undigested McGriddle for about 2 hours.
9:00 AM: I eventually coerced Mike, whose suitcase had falled on top of him while he was sleeping and he looked like he was snuggling with it, to switch spots with me. Of course I sleep the only time Fugazi is being played in the van.
11:00 AM: We arrive at a Motel 6 in Georgia. This Motel 6 is used for the some golf tournament thing so it normally costs around $40. However, if we were here during one of the first few weeks in April it would be $200 A NIGHT. TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. And let me tell you, it would be worth every penny. Nicest Motel 6 I've ever been to. MICROWAVE. INTERNET. HUGE ROOMS. DVD PLAYER. COMPUTER WITH A "G" BUTTON THAT STICKS OCCASIONALLY. JACUZZI. POOL. THE DOORS ARE ON THE INSIDE. I don't know where they get off calling this a Motel 6, but fuck it, it is awesome. We watched the Fugazi DVD and fell asleep as Sean and Dave went to Walmart to buy some cheap food that we could cook in the microwave. I woke up and masturbated in the shower. Now Sean knows.
---VAN JAMS---
TOXIC by Britney Spears
GIRL O'CLOCK by Dismemberment Plan
DOCTOR WORM by They Might Be Giants
5 TIMES OUT OF 100 by Hot Hot Heat
if you listen to these songs, it'll be like you're on tour WITH US. except you're not. You're in your fucking miserable lame house.
P.S. it was twenty degrees this morning in North Carolina. W! T! F!
12.27.2003
New Jersey
MATH PROBLEM ATTACK:
Q: How does one fit the following in the back of a van without spilling over into the seats so the whole band can travel comfortably. Note: YOU DO NOT HAVE A TRAILER
2 4 x 12 guitar cabinets
1 Marshall Head
1 Fender Head
1 SKB Bass Head
1 4 x 10 Bass Cabinet
1 15" Woofer Cabinet
1 Kick Drum
1 Floor Tom
2 Rack Toms
1 Snare Drum
1 100 pound bag of hardware
7 Cymbals
4 electric guitars
1 bass guitar
1 acoustic guitar
1 glockenspiel
1 saxophone
1 trombone
1 large merch bin
2 medium sized merch bins
1 small merch bin
5 suitcases
5 carry-on bags
4 cord bags
1 guitar rack
1 keyboard
1 keyboard stand
1 saxophone stand
A: Be Dave Dickerman
We loaded up our van today and the guys in Westbound Train looked at us with grimaces, stating "fuck. I'm gonna go hang out in the couch that's in the back of our van. Get a trailer." Flash back to earlier in the day when it took me a record two hours to do a house-wide idiot check to find later on the road that the only thing I forgot were earplugs and Sheldon's dismemberment plan CD. Sheldon came into the van and was all of a sudden sponsored by Marlboro cigarettes, sporting their bag, sleeping bag, calling card and special Marlboro brand Camel cigarettes. When I went into JT's house he was eating a bowl of pasta and just saying "Fuck it. Let's just go. I don't need anything else. Forget it. Forget it." Mike and Bove travelled separately, but I imagine they also did things earlier in the day. We had a heartwarming and upsetting goodbye to Bove for the next couple of days on tour because he is still sick (we love you and miss you Bove) and a much calmer goodbye to Sean McCabe who is going home because he sucks. Members of the band have been claiming that I am coming down with a case of pink eye on the first day of the tour. We also made the mistake of driving through the EZ Pass lane when the cash lane shut down today while driving into Jersey. Oh crap.
But fuck all that shit, or F all that S as the kids who abbreviate Arrogant Sons of Bitches so as not to swear would say. Today was the best tour kick-off I could have possibly imagined. All the nerves are totally gone and I am very much looking forward to starving for the next month while playing rock shows to four people. Tonight was the exception. There were tons of kids there to support us, and it was a great feeling to know that you're leaving your area with love.
Speaking of love, a few friends of ours threw us a little surprise party at our merch table. There were donuts (!), cake (!!) and PICKLES (!!!) to be eaten by all not to mention nachos, salsa and other snacks and water. Soon enough we were no longer selling merchandise but we were having a feast over our mailing list, giving people the stink eye when they requested to buy something, non-verbally exclaiming "you fuckers! this is our last chance to eat! let us enjoy it!". This was just a normal Jersey show which was a lot of fun but pretty strange because it is the beginning of so much weirdness that will soon happen. When Dave pulled up to my house this afternoon blasting Neil Diamond, I already began to know that this trip is going to be very interesting.
Nothing too crazy tonight though. Our tetris-style van packing job will hopefully hold out... Sheldon (new guitar, new name) should have brought some more clothes with him but I'm sure he'll realize that soon. Tonight was a great normal time and we are about to eat some eggplant upstairs at our friend's place, so I'm going to go enjoy my last supper. As always, stay in touch with us, via the message board and through our emails (i am jeff@asobrock.com). My ass isn't bleeding yet, but we've got plenty of time. Tomorrow is our huge drive to Virginia which I just found out today is a huge drive.
Thank you all our friends who are helping us out: Jenna, Liz, Jessica and Ami for being so awesome and sending us on the road with food in our stomach and a nice place to stay. Let's hope food stays there and we wake up tomorrow! P.S. I tried a new SALAD DRESSING TONIGHT!
MATH PROBLEM ATTACK:
Q: How does one fit the following in the back of a van without spilling over into the seats so the whole band can travel comfortably. Note: YOU DO NOT HAVE A TRAILER
2 4 x 12 guitar cabinets
1 Marshall Head
1 Fender Head
1 SKB Bass Head
1 4 x 10 Bass Cabinet
1 15" Woofer Cabinet
1 Kick Drum
1 Floor Tom
2 Rack Toms
1 Snare Drum
1 100 pound bag of hardware
7 Cymbals
4 electric guitars
1 bass guitar
1 acoustic guitar
1 glockenspiel
1 saxophone
1 trombone
1 large merch bin
2 medium sized merch bins
1 small merch bin
5 suitcases
5 carry-on bags
4 cord bags
1 guitar rack
1 keyboard
1 keyboard stand
1 saxophone stand
A: Be Dave Dickerman
We loaded up our van today and the guys in Westbound Train looked at us with grimaces, stating "fuck. I'm gonna go hang out in the couch that's in the back of our van. Get a trailer." Flash back to earlier in the day when it took me a record two hours to do a house-wide idiot check to find later on the road that the only thing I forgot were earplugs and Sheldon's dismemberment plan CD. Sheldon came into the van and was all of a sudden sponsored by Marlboro cigarettes, sporting their bag, sleeping bag, calling card and special Marlboro brand Camel cigarettes. When I went into JT's house he was eating a bowl of pasta and just saying "Fuck it. Let's just go. I don't need anything else. Forget it. Forget it." Mike and Bove travelled separately, but I imagine they also did things earlier in the day. We had a heartwarming and upsetting goodbye to Bove for the next couple of days on tour because he is still sick (we love you and miss you Bove) and a much calmer goodbye to Sean McCabe who is going home because he sucks. Members of the band have been claiming that I am coming down with a case of pink eye on the first day of the tour. We also made the mistake of driving through the EZ Pass lane when the cash lane shut down today while driving into Jersey. Oh crap.
But fuck all that shit, or F all that S as the kids who abbreviate Arrogant Sons of Bitches so as not to swear would say. Today was the best tour kick-off I could have possibly imagined. All the nerves are totally gone and I am very much looking forward to starving for the next month while playing rock shows to four people. Tonight was the exception. There were tons of kids there to support us, and it was a great feeling to know that you're leaving your area with love.
Speaking of love, a few friends of ours threw us a little surprise party at our merch table. There were donuts (!), cake (!!) and PICKLES (!!!) to be eaten by all not to mention nachos, salsa and other snacks and water. Soon enough we were no longer selling merchandise but we were having a feast over our mailing list, giving people the stink eye when they requested to buy something, non-verbally exclaiming "you fuckers! this is our last chance to eat! let us enjoy it!". This was just a normal Jersey show which was a lot of fun but pretty strange because it is the beginning of so much weirdness that will soon happen. When Dave pulled up to my house this afternoon blasting Neil Diamond, I already began to know that this trip is going to be very interesting.
Nothing too crazy tonight though. Our tetris-style van packing job will hopefully hold out... Sheldon (new guitar, new name) should have brought some more clothes with him but I'm sure he'll realize that soon. Tonight was a great normal time and we are about to eat some eggplant upstairs at our friend's place, so I'm going to go enjoy my last supper. As always, stay in touch with us, via the message board and through our emails (i am jeff@asobrock.com). My ass isn't bleeding yet, but we've got plenty of time. Tomorrow is our huge drive to Virginia which I just found out today is a huge drive.
Thank you all our friends who are helping us out: Jenna, Liz, Jessica and Ami for being so awesome and sending us on the road with food in our stomach and a nice place to stay. Let's hope food stays there and we wake up tomorrow! P.S. I tried a new SALAD DRESSING TONIGHT!
12.26.2003
Long Island
I have been pacing back and forth and up and down stairs for about ten hours in my house now. We won't have a computer in our van but I will try and find kind people who can let me steal their computer so I can keep this up this time.
Pacing back and forth.
Leaving for a month.
Don't know what I am going to eat for that month.
Don't really know where I'm going for that month.
I've got my afro-sheen.
I've got my Dr. Scholls products.
I've got lots of Vitamin C.
and enough socks and underwear to clothe a small army.
Nothing left to do now, but just leave. This is the weirdest part of tour. It's kind of the line going onto the rollercoaster. There's still time to back out if you're a pussy, but you know that it's going to be fun as shit. Except this is going to last a lot longer and I'm sure more people will die.
Long Island. This is it. See ya in January.
I have been pacing back and forth and up and down stairs for about ten hours in my house now. We won't have a computer in our van but I will try and find kind people who can let me steal their computer so I can keep this up this time.
Pacing back and forth.
Leaving for a month.
Don't know what I am going to eat for that month.
Don't really know where I'm going for that month.
I've got my afro-sheen.
I've got my Dr. Scholls products.
I've got lots of Vitamin C.
and enough socks and underwear to clothe a small army.
Nothing left to do now, but just leave. This is the weirdest part of tour. It's kind of the line going onto the rollercoaster. There's still time to back out if you're a pussy, but you know that it's going to be fun as shit. Except this is going to last a lot longer and I'm sure more people will die.
Long Island. This is it. See ya in January.
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