Day IX: Friday, October 25 - Akron, OH

Well hello there people. When I left you last, the tired group of rock and rollers named Fooled By April were nestled snuggly in their beds at Bill Waterson’s beautiful house on Lake Erie. And just to clear up any confusion, I stated yesterday that Jordan and Pete were cuddling with each other again, when in reality Pete was actually cuddling with Gordon and I was the one cuddling with Jordan. He’s very cute, you know.

Anyway, on this day we got ass bored and needed something to do. We all decided that the movies was the place to be because honestly people, when isn’t it? So we trudged through Cleveland down to the local mall, which I think was called "The Greater Cleveland Crappiest Crap Ass Mall Ever Mall." I mean, Paramus, NJ, called us while we there and was like, "damn, are we glad that place ain’t here." Unsurprisingly, the movie pickings were a little slim, and so we just walked around the mall looking at stupid crap that was already on display for Christmas.

Highlight of the day: This guy comes up to us in the mall and gives us all stuffed animals. Actually, he throws us all stuffed animals as we’re walking. We all say thanks and keep going, wondering why this guy threw stuffed animals at us but certainly not looking the stuffed animal gift horse in the mouth, if you know what I’m saying. Anyway, a minute later we all hear this yelling behind us telling us to stop. It’s the stuffed animal guy:

SAG: Where are you going!
Us: What?
SAG: You can’t just take the stuffed animals!
Us: You just gave them to us...
SAG: No, I didn’t!
Us: Wait, you threw them at us while we were walking. We didn’t ask you for them.
SAG: Well, they’re five dollars apiece.
Us: We’re not giving you five dollars! We don’t even want these pieces of crap!
SAG: (begrudgingly taken the animals back) If you didn’t want them you shouldn’t have taken them
Us: You need a better sales tactic, pal.
SAG: Screw you, I’m getting an Orange Julius.

Ok, ok, I made the Orange Julius part up, and we didn’t all talk in perfect unison, but it was still pretty stupid.

As for the show, it was pretty empty, very very loud, and actually quite good. We were getting excited because the week on the road was starting to pay dividends in terms of performance. I mean, Pete Galea practically radiated a sexual glow of glorious manhood on this night and that, people, is nothing to shake a stick at.

Tomorrow - Youngstown, OH