Tour Journal Entry 2018.3

Wake. Snuggle. Walk. Shower. Clean. Pack. Drive 9 hours to southwest PA. Arrive at venue. Set up. Sit at bar and get carded and complimented on my looks. I like this place already. Eat 2 of 3 awesome shrimp tacos, when a random rogue glass shard that no one can find prompts the staff to send me 3 new tacos. A tiny girl, Remy, inquires "what I'm going to do with all the interesting tools." I tell her they are for making music. She says she loves to dance and pirouettes on a circular rug, one time, nonstop until the floor comes up to meet her. She strums some guitar strings and giggles when I change up the chords. Start playing. Perform all the songs. The old guys at the table are nice and one drops some Hamiltons in my guitar case on the way out. Pack up. Drive 1 hour. Stay at a hostel right by the railroad tracks. The train horn only wakes me up once or twice.

Wake. Snoop. Dawdle. Dilly dally. Eat shrimp tacos. Depart. Forget I-76 cuz tolls suck. Drive Historic Lincoln Hwy across PA. March for our lives is today. Demonstrators on all 4 corners of the roundabout in Gettysburg. Get to my friends' in NJ. Meet their cute son. Chill and chat. Ride in my buddy's truck as a passenger to pick up pizza. Long-curly-haired restaurant host is bustin my friend's balls. Unreal tomato pie for dinner. Go to gig. Some of my NJ friend's family comes to the show as well as some friends from PA. The manager gives me a bonus and asks me back. Pack up. Back to the house. Late night tomato pie. Crash on couch. Tiny longhaired dachshund cozies up.

Wake. Chill. Get fired up. I love schooling trolls, especially on Sunday. Shower. Drive to friend's in PA for breakfast at 1. Milk every last minute of good conversation with radically awesome advocates before jetting. Drive 3.5 hours. Arrive at brewery. Set up. Jenna opens. Tasty beer 4 me. Play music. Hang out and eat afterwards. Owner shares a chai flavored hard cider with me. Hmm. The dude abides. Fill growlers. Pack up. Sleep upstairs.

Wake. Drive 10 hours home with several generous rests. Make it around Chicago bypass at rush hour with no delays. Unprecedented. Pick up my son. Home. Exhausted. The more tired I am the more my sighs come out sounding like Chewbacca.

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