Day the Fifth, Tuesday, April 27, Pittsburgh

So,

After some tearful goodbyes and many pictures with Palsy Cat and Dog Whose Tummy Must Be Rubbed we packed up the rockmobile and headed to Pittsburgh. The drive was pretty uneventful, but as uneventful drives go it was pretty damn nice. I gotta hand it to Pennsylvania, they have a durn pretty state.

Anyway, we got to Pittsburgh early and hit the club. Faithful readers will remember that I described this particular club as having the nicest backstage area we had ever seen. Faithful readers will also remember that we were grateful for this because somewhere along the way we had all picked up the runs. That is, everyone except Gordon, whose diet consists of carrots, lettuce and purina farms bunny food. Faithful show attendees can laugh at that joke for two reasons: 1) Gordon keeps himself on a strict diet and looks really good and 2) I always look like I've swallowed the buffet at Denny's (which, many times, I have).

Anywho, we all passed what we needed to and then hit the stage. Thankfully, we brought the rock to the three people who were there. It didn't really matter though, it was just great to play really well again. The Erie recharge had done its magic.

Apres show we headed home with Gordon's cousin Jenn, who, I learned later, wasn't really his cousin at all but a good friend of Karen's. Oh well. Who am I, Gore Vidal?

She had just taken her medical boards that day because she has direction in her life and isn't wasting it travelling around in a stale smelling band playing bland power pop songs. Bearing that in mind, it was tremendous of her to put us up, and in style too! There were many places to sleep and I claimed the open bed on the top floor. I felt a little weasely doing this, but I needed some alone time and a place of my own to claim a little....er....um...self satisfaction...ahem. The road is a lonely place folks.

Anyway, I brushed my teeth, grabbed my necessary bedtime supplies and headed for my bed to find...... 12-Gauge, in his underpants and sleep mask, sprawled across the bed checking fantasy baseball scores and scratching his nuts. Um, dag.

It turned out there would be no solitary bed and certainly no self-satisfaction for me on this night. Instead I got a healthy slice of 12-Gauge fart odor and a very cramped double bed sleeping situation.

You really can't win.