notes from the road...day thirtyfour

we woke up and went to the record store everyone told us was the greatest, jerry's, and it was. they had so much stuff. there were shelves of every style. it's extremely hard to type and listen to weird al at the same time, did you know that? so we swooped up all the good stuff before top ten got there and basically ruined richies day by findin the rubettes record. sorry! i got an andy kim record still sealed, ally got a dwight twilley record or two and lee, lucky bastard, got a bunch of tina's picks. ally and i were hungry so we went an got pizza. i think the girl there felt sorry for us cuz she gave us 2 extra pieces. walkin back to the van we saw a guy smokin a blunt. "smells good dont it" he said. it did sort of. so then we went to athens, georgia where scott, of blackout booking fame, was kind enough to get us a show. did anything interesting happen on the way there guys? nope. you know, i like weird al as much as the next guy, unless the next guy is sean or alex. its so loud! so we got to the union and said hi to scott and went to do some laundry for an hour or two. we busted out the record player and put on ohio express and next thing you know, it was a ragin bubble party. we danced with all the girls who'd ever been in laundry commercials, they kept popping out of the washers, which of course were overflowing with bubbles. i took a ride around the dryclean rack and alex played in the spin dryers til he got dizzy. it was really alot of fun. after that we were all clean and ready to rock so we went back. it was still too early so scott gave us some money fer food and warned us not to eat the burritos, which would surely be too heavy for rockin. so we ate way too much pizza instead. it wasn't great but we were hungry. like always. after a great set of covers by a side band of scott's the exceptionals played their exceptional take on rock an roll silliness. up next were the tired, fat and braindead makeout party. the show was fantastic. the kids loved it and danced, but fer some reason we couldn't keep it together. i snapped a string right before the solo on wreckless and alex tells me i couldnt sing that night. it was very smoky in there. of course it didn't matter, everyone had a good ol time. up next was paper machetes who were fun and catchy angular weird-punk. the kids liked them too. so we went to the paper machetes house, thinking it was gonna be a chill night of byrds records and sleep, but when we got there it was college party nightmare time. backwards hats, white kids rappin along with wu tang, drunk and desperate girls, the whole nine yards. so we went to sleep in the van and next door. where it was quiet but COLD. it was snowing all day that day, but since it didn't really stick the locals call it a flurry. all in all a good time, except that lee threw the leftover pizza away. what is wrong with him anyway?
Ps. alex here. just wanted to let you all know i was very excited to get to bed before we loaded out and ran up some stairs, with my hands in my coat pockets, then fell right on my face. luckily dan was the only one who saw me cry like a baby at the sight of blood comin outta my mouth. it was just a busted lip though, me teefs are still in place.