Day III: Saturday, October 19 - Erie, PA

People, when you think of rock and roll excess, debauchery and just plain stupid fun, I know you think of us here in Fooled By April. But I hope, nay, I pray that the second thing that comes to mind is Erie, Pennsylvania. That little city by the lake is just something else. Let me tell you about the great big time we had there.

So... we drove to Erie from NYC and people, I don’t know how else to put it, that drive sucked. Hard. It was about an eight hour trek and I’m pretty sure I was not the only hung over puppy in the old Chrysler. The only good thing about the drive was that we decided Jordan should start a side project where he could show off his considerable vocal prowess. It’s going to be called Jourdey, and he’s only going to sing Journey covers. Genius, right? Right. Anyway, after much Advil and some McDonald’s we arrived at THE BIGGEST DIVE IN HISTORY. Seriously, Greg Lougainis looked at this place and was like "damn!" (Ed. note -- thx Pete)

So we loaded in and played a pretty damn fine show, all things considered. It was only after the show that things got crazy. I was approached by this drunk woman who kept saying things and making me repeat them. At one point she hit me with "when I say food, you say yum! Food..." Silence. "Food..." Silence. "Food!..." "Uh, Yum?" "Right!!!!!" Then there was a lot of hand clapping. It was weird as all get out. However, it was not nearly as weird as this crazy dude with a lot of eyeliner and a ridiculous mullet who did two very wacky things. First, he approached Gordon after the show and complimented him not so much on his singing as on his "great tits." I wish that wasn’t a true story. Yikes. Then he tried to entice all of us to his house (which I can only guess is some Dahmer-esque shrine to being cookoo, with many bodies in the freezer, some old pineapples and a few overdue videos) with the promise of a $90 bag of coke. Uh, maybe next time, pal.

And, until next time with all of you....I want to give a special shout out to the Ohio posse and Jordan’s mom, who apparently are the people who read this silly thing.

Tomorrow (or maybe Monday, sorry) - Toledo, OH