Wednesday, October 20

Sean and I had been in Tucson since Saturday, staying with his grandparents and doing a lot of relaxing. It involved mountains and palm trees and cacti and margaritas and sunshine. Good stuff indeed. The Duke flew in that morning and showed up in time for Sean's total gourmet-style luncheon.

We headed to the club for soundcheck and met Erick, the promoter, and many other nice folks. Soundcheck was easy, and the place seemed pretty cool. They even had wifi, which is pretty nice with our spiffy new laptop. I'm typing this is the car now in fact, instead of making you all wait like a month for me to get around to writing the tour diary. Now you'll only have to wait like 3 weeks or something.

Anyway, there was some hanging around and eating veggies, and somewhere in there, the Red Sox won. It made me kinda wish that I was back in Boston, I'm sure there were some pretty entertaining riots. I guess it's pretty ridiculous for me to be getting homesick about a baseball game. But then some old friends (and ex-Bostonites) showed up, so that was awfully nice. And the opening band, Music Video, were really fantastic. I was very pleasantly surprised.

Spooooky shark picture.

Our set went really well. There was a good turnout, the kids were dancing, even Sean's grandparents had a good time. We couldn't really ask for a better first show of the tour. We had a fun time hanging out afterwards. Sooooo nice being able to hang out outside and not freeze our asses off. Then I got sorta tipsy from a delicious fruity drink and spent most of the rest of the night going "EEEEEEheeheehee. Eee heehee. Eeeeeeeheeeeheeheeheeeeeeee!" I couldn't help it. We were passing all these places on the ride home called like "Beaver Shack" and "House of Something Stupid" or something like that. It was funny. Too funny for me not to be laughing.

We got back and hung out on the patio at Sean's grandparents for a while. I tried to be quieter so as not to wake them. The mountains looked cool and creepy in the moonlight.