I spent the day eating candy. Lots of it. My friend Brit had a slumber party for her birthday last night, and she bought a lot of chocolate. Reese’s-Snickers-Milky Way.
I realized that I also needed to think about repairing the monitor we are using for this tour. It’s making this horrible vibration of a sound. It sounds like when my mom used to yell at me to mow the lawns. Piercing. Needless to say, the crowd can hear it… and it doesn’t help to create any illusion of professionalism. So I did what any “pro” would do; I passed the problem off to my drummer. He prayed to baby Jesus and miraculously found a working monitor that we could borrow for the tour. Hallelujah.
That left me with nothing to do except search for a Valentine’s Day gift for my girlfriend that I’m about to abandon for this tour. Where will I be on Valentine’s Day? Oh, in a little town called San Diego playing in a little venue called LESTAT’S. When I first delivered the news, I received the best gift in the world: One Long COLD Glare! Lucky me. I did some making up for my “assholishness” with a card, chocolates, and a weird looking flower. This all before I leave to San Luis Obispo in the morning to continue the gigs. Well, I gotta tell you… this daddy did a doozie. That’s right. She loved it. And she loved me (if you know what I mean… nudge, nudge).
So that was my toughest day off EVER. The road awaits my pale ass tomorrow… and more stories are waiting to be born. Stay tuned.
