gimme a t for texas
Heh... I have a little catching up to do.
Last we spoke, I was getting ready to leave for home. I woke up around 4, I think, Tuesday morning and hopped on the hotel shuttle to the airport. It was me, some stranger and Baby V and her family. I didn't really talk to her/them, though... I think they might be in their own world. A world that's a little too rich for my blood. I slept most of the way on the plane from Seattle to Houston. My flight from Houston to Nashville was delayed almost an hour. That was fine with me. I grabbed an overpriced sandwich from Schlotsky's and napped in the airport. There's something liberating about sleeping in the midst of so much rushing around. I just set up a little camp in the airport hallway and enjoyed a little stretch of time that I had no control over. Wait a minute. The delay was from Houston to Shreveport. My flight home was straight from Seattle to Nashville. I'm going to leave this mistake in just to show you how mixed up my days have become.
Ah... Nashville was nice and I can't wait to get back there. Kayla picked me up at the airport and we tried to spend every waking minute in each other's company until I left Friday morning. I feel like a kid when I'm around her. Here on the road, I have to keep some degree of responsible adult attitude if I'm going to earn any respect from my peers. At home, it's no-holds-barred silliness.
My apologies to anyone I didn't call while I was in Nashville. Keeves, I know you called me a couple times and I swear I'll make it up to you.
So now I'm back out again. Last night, we were in Shreveport, Louisiana. When I arrived there Friday, I had the entire night to explore. I walked down to an area of shops that lined the river and looked around for a bit. I wasn't really in the mood to shop in outlet stores all night. So I started walking back to my motel. I crossed a huge bridge for the second time and stopped into a casino to test out the buffet. The Eldorado Casino didn't especially wow me over with their buffet but that certainly didn't stop me from stuffing myself with all the crab legs I could crack open. They say, "when in Rome, do as the Romans do". So I followed up my feast with a disappointing stop in the casino. Thirty minutes later and sixty bucks lighter, I moped back to the Holiday Inn.
Early calls on the weekend, so I was up around 5 on Saturday. Off to Bossier City for a show! We stepped off the bus at the venue and it smelled like the entire town forgot to take out their garbage this week. I had a couple of lady stagehands who must've been hopped up on something. Whew. They just didn't stop talking. Or moving around. The entire day. They weren't bad workers, though. Just tiring to be around. Bossier City was a small sell in a small arena. Not too eventful.
Drove overnight to Dallas after the show. I made the mistake of sausage, red beans and rice on the bus ride out. I'm also developing a taste for fried oysters. Maybe I'll try them raw sometime soon. Anyway.
I'm on the bus again now. We're heading for Houston, our engineer's hometown and also where my uncle-in-law Steve lives.
Oh! Kayla graduated yesterday! My family drove up for the graduation. I wish I could've been there. She's worked so hard and she was more than ready to get out of there, I know.
I haven't taken any pictures on this leg of the tour so far. I just haven't felt like it.
Tomorrow, they're taping a DVD of the show while we're shooting it. They'll be adding 12 more cameras to the mix. I have no idea how we're all going to fit in there and still pull off our shots. After Houston, we have a 16 hour drive to Tampa. I'm overjoyed, of course. Ugh. Kidding. Just kidding.
We have a new merch guy on the bus who's replacing our current merch guy, Luke. This guy's name is Medge (sp?) and he has a great accent. Kinda Scottish, I believe. He tells great stories and tells them plenty loud and with great humor. I think he'll be a lot of fun.
G'night, now. Tomorrow. We'll talk more tomorow. Topics for discussion: bus politics, screens, catering adventures, bunk life.
Last we spoke, I was getting ready to leave for home. I woke up around 4, I think, Tuesday morning and hopped on the hotel shuttle to the airport. It was me, some stranger and Baby V and her family. I didn't really talk to her/them, though... I think they might be in their own world. A world that's a little too rich for my blood. I slept most of the way on the plane from Seattle to Houston. My flight from Houston to Nashville was delayed almost an hour. That was fine with me. I grabbed an overpriced sandwich from Schlotsky's and napped in the airport. There's something liberating about sleeping in the midst of so much rushing around. I just set up a little camp in the airport hallway and enjoyed a little stretch of time that I had no control over. Wait a minute. The delay was from Houston to Shreveport. My flight home was straight from Seattle to Nashville. I'm going to leave this mistake in just to show you how mixed up my days have become.
Ah... Nashville was nice and I can't wait to get back there. Kayla picked me up at the airport and we tried to spend every waking minute in each other's company until I left Friday morning. I feel like a kid when I'm around her. Here on the road, I have to keep some degree of responsible adult attitude if I'm going to earn any respect from my peers. At home, it's no-holds-barred silliness.
My apologies to anyone I didn't call while I was in Nashville. Keeves, I know you called me a couple times and I swear I'll make it up to you.
So now I'm back out again. Last night, we were in Shreveport, Louisiana. When I arrived there Friday, I had the entire night to explore. I walked down to an area of shops that lined the river and looked around for a bit. I wasn't really in the mood to shop in outlet stores all night. So I started walking back to my motel. I crossed a huge bridge for the second time and stopped into a casino to test out the buffet. The Eldorado Casino didn't especially wow me over with their buffet but that certainly didn't stop me from stuffing myself with all the crab legs I could crack open. They say, "when in Rome, do as the Romans do". So I followed up my feast with a disappointing stop in the casino. Thirty minutes later and sixty bucks lighter, I moped back to the Holiday Inn.
Early calls on the weekend, so I was up around 5 on Saturday. Off to Bossier City for a show! We stepped off the bus at the venue and it smelled like the entire town forgot to take out their garbage this week. I had a couple of lady stagehands who must've been hopped up on something. Whew. They just didn't stop talking. Or moving around. The entire day. They weren't bad workers, though. Just tiring to be around. Bossier City was a small sell in a small arena. Not too eventful.
Drove overnight to Dallas after the show. I made the mistake of sausage, red beans and rice on the bus ride out. I'm also developing a taste for fried oysters. Maybe I'll try them raw sometime soon. Anyway.
I'm on the bus again now. We're heading for Houston, our engineer's hometown and also where my uncle-in-law Steve lives.
Oh! Kayla graduated yesterday! My family drove up for the graduation. I wish I could've been there. She's worked so hard and she was more than ready to get out of there, I know.
I haven't taken any pictures on this leg of the tour so far. I just haven't felt like it.
Tomorrow, they're taping a DVD of the show while we're shooting it. They'll be adding 12 more cameras to the mix. I have no idea how we're all going to fit in there and still pull off our shots. After Houston, we have a 16 hour drive to Tampa. I'm overjoyed, of course. Ugh. Kidding. Just kidding.
We have a new merch guy on the bus who's replacing our current merch guy, Luke. This guy's name is Medge (sp?) and he has a great accent. Kinda Scottish, I believe. He tells great stories and tells them plenty loud and with great humor. I think he'll be a lot of fun.
G'night, now. Tomorrow. We'll talk more tomorow. Topics for discussion: bus politics, screens, catering adventures, bunk life.
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