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DAY ONE
Thursday, September 23rd
by Adam
Our fourth real roadtrip came over a year since our last one. WAY too long to wait. We'd originally planned for it to be a 10 day trip to Seattle and back but our friend Chris' wedding, a Zombies/Love show and TWO San Diego Music Awards nominations cut it short. Luckily, everything fell into place and we lined up a bunch of cool shows in a row. We loaded up the van and headed to Los Angeles to make the drive to Merced for Friday's show a bit easier. We hit the road to a mix cd of my fave D bands called "D Is For Dookie". Heavy on good hiphop (Danger Mouse, De La, Digable) but ridiculously uneven levels. Oh well.
We made surprisingly good time for rush hour and showed up at the Hollywood mansion of Christi & Jonathan Crowe without incident. The Crowes are my first friends to own a house and are nice enough to refer to their guestroom as "Adam's Room", mostly because they were nice enough to let me put up a small sign with a race car from my childhood that says just that. Christi was waiting for us up in SF, so Jonathan, dog Sherman and the cute kitties greeted us and showed us much hospitality.
We walked down the street to a Thai restaurant, then changed our minds, telling the waitress we'd be back for breakfast. Down the street is Bird's and, by that time, we were almost comotose from hunger, which is probably why we didn't hear the waitress tell each of us separately that NO, french fries are NOT one of the free side items. Sorry. The food was amazing but she wasn't very nice after that, so Nasr only left a $5.00 tip but Jonathan felt guilty since he eats there often and left a few dollars more. Needless to say, Nasr's tipping was a common joke for the rest of the tour. We spent a little time in a record store next door and I was shocked to find that House of Freaks' Monkey On A Chain Gang was finally on cd, making it a VERY good night indeed.
We walked home, felt old when Kevin didn't know any of the folks in the music videos they were showing on VH1 Classic (except Paula & MC Scat Kat), and I adjourned to MY bedroom, like a lead singer should. I would've felt bad about leaving the rest of the band downstairs on the living room couches but last time I visited, a friend of a friend was drunkenly throwing up all over and I was denied the right to sleep in my own room. It felt good to be home. I fell asleep looking forward to not waking up at 7am for no reason, which I did.
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