April 27th - Cleveland - The Beachland Ballroom

The day started on a funny note as Gordon and I had to drive to Bowling Green to pick Pete and Jordan up. Not so funny you say? Well, it is funny in context, jerk. You see, when you’re on the road, you often just stay with whoever offers, so Pete and Jordan spent the night at the apartment of a girl we met at the show. The only catch to that situation was that she had to report to work at Bob’s Big Boy at 6:30 in the morning the next day. No problem, right? Wrong. She didn’t trust them to be in her apartment alone (good call...Pete Galea=kleptomaniac/undie sniffer), and so they too reported to Bob’s at that ungodly hour. All this wouldn’t be so bad if Gordon and I hadn’t ourselves stayed up until 6:00 AM drinking beer in Toledo with Heide. And so it was around 11:00 when we finally got up and 11:45 by the time we picked them up. Now people, if you do the math, like I have, that’s about five hours at a Bob’s Big Boy in the middle of Bible belt, looking like two unshowered gay hustlers still in last night’s clothes. Rock.

Anyway, we make our way to Cleveland and are pretty sad. The last day of a tour is always a huge letdown. Real life looms ominously and you have to start easing yourself back from your delusions of rock grandeur. But we put those things aside and played really well. To paraphrase O-town’s Ashley Angel - "I listened to myself for a minute and thought ‘hey, I’m kicking ass’ I looked over at Pete, and he was kicking ass. Then I looked at Gordon, and he was kicking ass. Finally I looked back at Jordan, and people you know he was kicking ass!" Our friends in rock Dakota Floyd and Racer Mason played fantastically and, without getting too sentimental here, I think we all felt like we had made some good friends (sniffle sniffle). Drinks were drunk, hugs were hugged and we all went our separate ways.

And so that’s it. That was the tour that was, in all its gory detail. Thank you to everyone who let us stay with them, let us eat their food, let us use their showers, let us use their toothbrushes (kidding) and let us drink their beer. You won’t be forgotten. Finally, thanks especially to everyone who came to the shows and let us rock you, and, hopefully, let us into your hearts.

See you on the road!!!