Anyway, as proof that I am infact alive, I come bearing... gifts, I guess. in pixelated form. Pretty, too, I should think. And you don't have to worry, I'm saving you all the displeasure of looking at my face.
This is... exactly what it looks like! I had to take a plane to get to Albuquerque when this tour started and on the way? Some of the clouds were looking particularly pretty, if I don't say so myself. I'm not a real good picture taker and I was trying to be sneaky. Don't they look like you want to jump in them and... nap? Seriously, dudes, I think clouds are magical. MOVING ALONG.
And when I got to Albuquerque, this is what I was greeted with. Also, August's smiling face. I'll spare you him, too. What I won't spare you, is a story involving August. And his lack of ability to drive in America. You see, Australians, Brits and... I'm not sure who else. They drive on the other side of the road. I never took this into account when it was August's first turn to drive what I like to call... The Beast. So, we're driving along and it's not going so bad, you know? I trust the dude enough to almost fall asleep. And so I'm sitting shotgun with my legs up (because they're short enough for that) and I'm chilled out. I haven't had any Redbull or any... performance enhancing drinks. Nearly asleep, like I said, when Laine turns the Beast into oncoming traffic, nearly killing us all. He's since been banned from getting behind the wheel. Oh, my, that's a good way to get out of driving duty, sir.trufax: He called me mean for telling that story.
To be perfectly honest with you, I'm not sure in what order these go, but here is a picture of the Rocky Mountains. I'm not sure who took it, either, but it was on my camera and it is right pretty, so I thought you all should see? I can remember driving on this highway, and I can remember getting lost a little, because I'm not great at reading a map and driving at the same time. But, it's damn pretty so here it is. Enjoy, ladies and sirs.
Funny thing about Vegas! It is an entirely different world than the one I am used to. You know, there is no place else in the world like it. It makes me feel tiny, I won't lie. It's sort of magical, that is for sure. I showered in Vegas, this I remember. Also what I remember? Being carded four times before being allowed to chill by the roulette tables. Does anyone else love roulette? I fucking LOVE roulette. Man.
This, I am proud of. There isn't much to say except this is the mark I am leaving on this van. I hope everyone who rides in it remembers me because of the fantastic dashboard decorations. (Who doesn't love them some bobbleheads?)
Last one! This is San Fran. I like to sneak out after the show for supplies, I guess. I needed Redbull because I was driving, probably. Also, juiceboxes are an essential part of life. The point is, San Fran was freakin pretty too. You know? What more is there to say. Not much.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that I'm alive and life is good. I am on this tour and having such a freakin good time. It's an off day today, hence the longer than long blog post. I don't do this very often, but I'm in the mood now and I am waiting for the shower to be free so I had some time. You know?
Beanbag, signing off.
ps. This is my bed. I love it.
