People,

Our weekend road trip to the midwest was....well...it was many things; fun, tiring, angrifying, gassy, argumentative, rocking, absolutely not worth it, totally worth it, cigarette filled etc.

We set out in the rock van directly from work on thursday, departing from Boston at about 5. Now, the great thing about last thursday was that here in the Northeast we were receiving the tail end of the first (not so deadly) storm that hit Florida last week. We weren't too worried though. Jordan had booked a hotel in Harrisburg, a scant 6 hours away, and we figured that even with bad weather we would be safely ensconced in bed by midnight. Wrong.

The weather was so shitty that we didn't get to the hotel until 2:30. And since we had to be in Indianapolis by 5 the next day (and since Indianapolis is 9 hours from Harrisburg), we had to get up and hit the road at 8. No one, and I mean no one, was happy.

Anyway, everyone perked up a little on the ride as we all became a little delirious from the road. After hearing "Centerfield" on the radio, Pete started pretending he was a foreigner of indeterminate nationality (with a horrible accent) and inserted himself into the shoes of the song's narrator:

Pete: Put me in coach. Coach? I'm ready to play! Look at me! Look at ME! I can be centerfield! Coach? Hello, coach?

Pete and I proceeded to do this for the next three days essentially nonstop. We made the poor guy angry, hurt, conninving, sad etc. After so much time on the road, this was literally the funniest thing we had ever heard.

Finally we arrived in Indy and went to the venue, a mall. Not kidding. We drove 16 hours to play a half-hour set in a Christian coffeehouse in a mall in Indianapolis. Dag.

Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. We ended up playing well to a very polite but not overly enthusiastic audience of kids who had come to see the other groups on the bill, all hardcore christian punk bands.

You win some, you lose some.

To be continued....