Show Journal 1999-08-13
Day 7 – Today we killed time until the show tonight. Watched some TV, ate some MRE’s, went swimming … totally easy day. We even got some laundry done. Lisa brought us home some souvenirs from a local embalming seminar. We went out to eat and then headed to the show. So we’re back to the store and the owner tells us that we are no longer allowed to play, because we were late, there are too many bands, and about 10 other lame reasons to screw us over. By this point, I really didn’t even care anymore and we just left rather than arguing. They have screwed us over two tours in a row now. If there was a band from 3000 miles away that wanted to play in my store, were booked and confirmed, and were sitting in my parking lot, I would make damn sure that they played. Nope. Not here. This is the third time we have been parked in front of Music Dimensions with a loaded van on the night of our show and for the third time they have fucked us. They even had our posters for the show in the window. Jesus, we’re days from home and they can’t even help us out. Fuck that place. Never again will I even waste my time on it. All wasn’t lost though, we headed back to Lisa’s to watch Weird Science, eat snow cones and make everyone endure my impression of the guy in the movie who says “Every damn night … on the telephone”. Oh yeah, Dave ate a snow cone one that was pickle flavored. We didn’t pay him, but I offer his props here.
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