So,

After doing the completely non-rock version of trashing a hotel we were off to the great city of Pittsburgh. I think Pittsburgh gets a bum rap in the collective national consciousness but it really is undeserved. It's actually a really nice place to visit in my humble opinion.

Even the travelling wasn't so bad, for me. Part of the fun for me of being on the road is the little indulgences I allow myself. It used to be excessive amounts of liquor and candy, but now I mostly make do with toys, especially cap guns. So, after picking a couple capguns up at a TA I spent the rest of the day figuring out annoying and horrible ways to use them. I mostly pretended I was a Spanish paramilitary dictator, delicately blending Spanish and French to come up with phrases like "Viva la revolution, yo soy el presidente!!!!", all the while firing indiscriminately in the air. The band thought this was moderately funny but did not like it as much when I did a similar bit in the van. Everyone essentially couldn't hear for a couple minutes and said I was a dick. Guilty. They're lucky I didn't do what I wanted to do though, which was to do my Presidente routine in my starkers at 5:30 in the morning to wake them up. Ah well.

Anyway, Pittsburgh was cool. We played moderately well for a nice group of people but after the show I hit my wall and gave up on being energetic and/or nice. Instead of talking to people, I hit the van and played Scrabble by myself for two hours. Sweet solitude.

The next day we headed out early and came home. We were all bleary eyed and beat and pretty much decided that this trip had been too much driving for too little reward (and no, I don't consider sharing a bed with Pete in sleazy motels a reward).

You live and learn folks, that's what the rock and roll is all about.