Day the Seventh, Thursday April 29, Cleveland

So, we awoke on day 7 at the econolodge and hit the Continental Breakfast. And people, this spread was using the term continental in its loosest form. Week old orange juice, nasty stale mini-bagels and imitation Cheerios. Dag.

Anywho, the executive decision was made to seek out alternative food and so we hit a Ruby Tuesday's. If you ever have the chance to got to Ruby Tuesday's....um...don't. Nothing on the menu was a)very appealing or b) less than eight million dollars. I had the $9 club sandwich which was OK, but for $9 it had better do a song and dance routine, am I right? It was just a goddamn turkey sandwich! As bad as that was, 12-Gauge definitely got the worst of it. He had the $10 Salisbury steak, which literally was a small hamburger with a side of three pieces of broccoli. We honestly just laughed at it for five minutes when it was brought to the table.

Oh well. After lunch we had a lot of time to kill and so we brought the van in to get some new tires. The Firestone guy lauded this decision as he said we were just miles away from certain death. Actually, he didn't say that but this entry needed a little spice.

While the van was in the shop we went bowling and discovered our new passion. We literally have never had more fun as a band. We were like 6 year olds, inventing challenges for ourselves, dancing after strikes, pouting after missed splits and generally having a damn fine time. Bowling, who knew?

Gotta jet, but more about Cleveland Monday...