Show Journal 2000-08-31
Day 14 – This morning was good. The campsite only charged us $10 since we were only there for a few hours. I had a shower this morning and ate the best breakfast burrito I can remember. The band vehicle food wars have begun. It started with our van throwing donuts at their truck. They retaliated with half chewed gummy worms. The van came back firing with coffee creamers. Then the 3 girls came up with the greatest vehicle projectile I have ever heard of. They got a tampon, soaked it in Gatorade and chucked it at the van. It landed square across the windshield much to the dismay of everyone riding in it. Set, point, match. Can anyone top a discolored tampon on your windshield? I don’t think so. We stopped at the ‘Garden Of The Gods’ which is a national park outside of Colorado Springs with a bunch of cool rock formations. I wandered off for a while to take pictures and kept everyone waiting for 30 minutes. Sorry. Since there are two cars and two bands we’ve been switching vehicles and people around frequently. We’ve also noticed that having a female in the car minimizes the frequency of humor based on bodily functions. This holds true unless you are Dave and then you just don’t care about who you are with. Before the show we went out to a restaurant which according to a guy at the club was only “a few block away.” It ended up being almost 20 blocks away and about 2 blocks into it, it started to pour rain on us. Thunder, lightning, downpour. It sucked. We thought Lisa’s spleen broke near the 14th block. We still had time to kill and just hung around the club. At one point before the show Dave went into a porn shop and accidentally made eye contact with two girls who were out dildo shopping. Rather than looking embarrassed or turning away he gave them a big smile and nodded approvingly. How creepy is that? We now refer to it as ‘the porno shop smile’. He doesn’t approve of that. The show tonight was weak. No flyers and no local bands, both of which we were promised to us by the promoter. Who the hell goes to a club known for bands on a Thursday night if there aren’t any bands listed? Apparently in Denver the answer to this question is 12 people. Some were drunks with mullets and the other half were regulars from other local bands. Both groups seemed to dig it and even the ‘Boozehag’ approved. The club was weird, you play right behind the bar and everyone watches from bar stools about 20 feet away. Same Day Service sounded pretty good and was fun to watch. We played ok. Justin played most of one song walking down the bar frightening the patrons. Outside the club we met another drunk who claims to drink his dinner (see day 1). Tonight we stayed with a friend of a friend of Justin’s. The following items were within 5 feet of me during the night … a bag of old swimsuits, a bag of dog food, a cat’s litter box, a panty liner, a bowl with broken glass in in and an ironing board with iron balanced on it. Ironically it was the best night of sleep yet on the tour. Probably because I was terrified of what would happen if I rolled over.
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