Day the Fourth (Continued)

So, we when we left off we had just been poorly received at our show in Erie. Oh well, screw the haters, you can't win them all. Of course, we actually hadn't really won one in a while and were feeling a little dejected. All we wanted was a nice place to sleep and some TLC. That's where John and Gina came in.

We struck out for their house with no anticipation of what awaited us. Good holy god damn. They literally live in the Barbie Victorian Dream House. Seriously, they have three stories of beautiful wood paneled heaven. There are secret passageways, monstrous gothic fireplaces, turrets and more knick knacks than you could poke a knick knack at.

We all got our own rooms and before bed I got to take a bath in a six foot long porcelain tub. Dag. I mean, I wish I had pictures. This place is ridonkulous.

Adding to the insanity were J&G's insane pets. They have a beagle who simply insists that you rub her belly. She runs up to you and just falls over. And if you ignore her she gets up and growls at you very menacingly. Needless to say, she got some tummy attention. But far more insane was "Palsy cat." Palsy cat has cerebral palsy and, if you haven't ever seen a cat with cerebral palsy, it is some freaky shit. She has very very very limited control of her movements, so her limbs just spastically shoot off in every direction when she walks and she falls over a lot. Now, when we first saw this cat it scared the shit out of us. We thought she was possessed by the devil and we ran from her like tiny little baby girls. But after a day with her we all wanted to take her home and protect her. Life is weird.

Anyway, our stay in Erie was great and I feel like John and Gina deserve a day of the journal all to themselves, not just because of their beautiful house but because their amazing hospitality came at a time when morale was falling dangerously low. They fed us, bathed us and basically recharged our batteries. You need people like that when you go on tour or you'll literally go insane. Usually those folks are someone's parents, but sometimes it works out that it's a cat with cerebral palsy.

Go figure.