Josh and John have their millionaire plan established. I would blab on about it but then the brilliant secret would be vulnerable and their ideas stolen. Let me just say I am proud. Their brainstorming and hard studying of a particular subject shall pay off.
Indiana is a gorgeous green as we drive towards Iowa. Rumor has it that tonight's bar will hook it up. We are all hopeful that it is true. So rare that a bar will give a band an....ooh, ah....endless tab. Yesterday, 100% of us were 100% sober..free of alcohol. First time this tour. It is a tour of firsts. Popping the tour cherry in many ways. I feel a list coming on....
Angus and I drove the bus for the first time ON the freeway, both of us taking it through Chicago. I am hoping to acquire a photo ticket (more so the photo than the ticket) of me speeding past toll booths at John's request while he, Josh, and Ryan rock out to Queen. Somehow it WOULD be obvious that Queen was the music being rocked out to. I PROMISE!
John experienced a birthday beyond his wildest dreams...one during which FOR THE FIRST TIME, he continued to forget that it was even his birthday. Thanks to Fernanda's dad's hookup, we all went to Six Flags Great America. First weekday it'd reopened this year and conveniently perfect timing for us.
Daisy ran through a screen door...probably the most destructive thing she has EVER done... unintentionally. After getting out of the bus and seeing a pair of dogs through the screen door, she let herself right on in there. Majestic beast.
Hand washed our clothes. Borrowed a band's kitchen facilities, television, shower and laundry machines. BROKE the washer and had to hand rinse and wash the remainin
g clothes in their tub. I am reminded of living in an apartment where I couldn't afford hot water and did this daily. Doing it on the road feels better and more justified.John has been on the phone at nights. On tours of past, his phone is usually the least important object of his desire. Our continual demands for him to get off his phone this time around and hang have changed nothing. We have all learned to live with it.
The bus has been running well. Knock on some mother f'ing wood please.
The bus no longer has a cloaking device to hide us from cops. The outcome of this could have been worse but are still disappointing.
a. In Minneapolis, Minnesota we were woken up with news of a parking ticket.
b. In Lacrosse, Wisconsin we were woken up to the sound of a walkie talkie and a police officer's voice talking to John about how he should drink less and stay on the bus. Refer to previous blog entitled “sleepwalking (again).”
c. On the way to Crowne Point, Indiana we are given an improper signal ticket for pulling over to refer to a map....in the middle of what apparently was an intersection. Hell, it's easy to get lost in the middle of nowhere and even easier to assume that where you stop is unimportant. Fortunately, we'd “cleaned house” prior to that encounter.
d. In the hospital parking lot (the hospital trip being another first for any of us in loom) we were awoken by a police officer and asked to move. Also in Crowne Pointe.
Though not painful, a huge bummer that the cops are beginning to care about the bus more than ever before.
No peeing of the bunk or anywhere else that could result in a confrontation. I'm pretty sure that is a first.
Jarom is booking tour from the road thanks to our newly acquired laptop and is pulling it off extremely well.
We have a photographer with us who is experiencing some firsts of his own (wink, wink) and keeping us all VERY entertained.
And to tie it all up neatly with the first “first” mentioned....During my first driving on the freeway experience, John peed out of the moving bus while passing Chicago.
Consider your cherry popped “trusty old hog tour '09!”
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