Life Generally.
Life generally has many things to say, but we all seem to turn away.
So, I left off on Sunday in Houston. We were on our way play some frisbee in a park and eat dinner with my Aunt Diana, Uncle Rob and Cousin Zachary. That was all great.
On Monday morning the complete crew woke up at 8:00 AM and started packing the van and trailer to it’s metallic and carbon fiber gills. Sleeping bags, laptops, guitars, drum heads, skateboards, flats of gatorade; it was all present and being stowed. We climbed in and departed toward the big easy.
4 hours and quite a few bayous later, we arrived in The French Quarter of New Orleans. We took a 30 minute stroll down Bourbon Street and I sold 15 of our records to a shop. We were already 15 minutes late for load in.
When we get to the venue, we load in all the equipment, set it up and quickly begin playing frisbee.
We’ve actually been playing a lot of frisbee and we’re fucking good.
Anyway; frisbee, warm-up, play set, break-down, load-out. Good show, if you ask me. We rocked some socks and rolled some Cajun souls. Also, we sold a fair amount of merch. One for one. Pretty badass.
After we loaded all the stuff, we drove over to Tulane University where our friend Sarah lives. We parked, showered and headed out for beer and pizza. The pizza was hot and the beer was cold. I drank 3 beers in record time and got drunk for our walk back to Sarah’s place. Weird I know.
So we woke up and jumped back on the highway again. This time toward Tallahassee, Florida.
Now, Louisiana was cool and so is Florida. But, between these states are two godawful skid-marks called Mississippi and Alabama. Fuck ‘em. We don’t need them.
Tallahassee is home of Florida State University and the venue we played was basically on campus. What does that mean? It means party. It means party good and hard.
All the bands we played with were surprisingly talented. Very surprisingly.
Josh got pretty lubricated and wrote a love note on the back of a sticker for one of the girls sitting at the bar. He delivered the message with amazing drunken precision. Oh, and he caught it all on tape. He is the weird part… She loved it!
I mean, you should have read this note. “I was staring at you from across the room and it hit my like an eighteen-wheeler…”
Long story short, she invited us to stay at her place but we declined. Instead we drive to St. Petersburg overnight.
Five groggy hours later, we appeared in a Western Florida Walmart parking lot to sleep. In the van! Shit!
We cuddled and sweat. Drew opened the window and steam released. Seriously.
A few hours later the sun came up. Beach time.
After a trip to Jiffy Lube to top off our oil, we headed for Ft. DeSoto Park. Beautiful. We spent time tossing the frisbee, kicking the soccer ball at some hot French girls and avoiding the plethora of sting rays in the water. We, and especially Ramon, were terrified.
Lunch break and new beach.
We went over to St. Pete’s beach and finished off our sunburns. Around 6:00 PM we piled in once again and set our course for Miami.
Marc and I drove the whole way through the Everglades. It was the most relaxing drive of the tour so far. The music and scenery were perfect.
When we finally arrived in the greater metropolitan area of Miami, we found ourselves in the ghetto end of a town called Hialeah. For those of you who didn’t already know Hialeah is the most heavily Cuban city in the U.S. Scary.
We eventually made it to downtown Miami. Wow. It was insane. It’s like nothing I’ve seen. The driving is insane and the architecture is wild. I could get used to this.
We just got into our motel room in Dania Beach and it smells really moldy. My lungs are yelling at me.
Tomorrow night we play Miami and I’m pretty stoked.
I’ll check back in as soon as I can. I’m really tired.
But tour is going great!
