Day the Ninth, May 1, Chicago

We woke up pretty early on this day as we had to play a festival gig in the early afternoon. Now, when I say festival gig you all probably assume it was like Coachella or Reading, with millions of people swarming us while chanting our names, right? Wrong.

This festival show was at 1:30 in the afternoon. That stone cold sucks. I mean, the venue was nice, the other bands were nice, everything was nice. But 1:30 is no time for the rock and roll, especially on a rainy day in Chicago. Approximately no one showed up. Oh well. Anyway, this would have been a sorry enough situtaion had it not been compounded by the fact that we were required to use the house gear, and people, the house gear was rough. So we ended up sounding like a pop metal band who had never sung together before. Arg.

So the gig sucked, but I guess we all thought it was going to and thus weren't too broken up about it. Apres show we ate lunch and then had to decide what to do.

Gordon: We could go vintage clothes shopping or...
Karen: There's a great art exhibit uptown and...
Stephanie (Gordon's cousin, actually another of Karen's friends): There's also a fantastic foreign film playing in....

Joe, Pete, Jordan: BOWLING!BOWLING!BOWLING!BOWLING!BOWLING!BOWLING!BOWLING!BOWLING!

And so we went bowling again and yet again it rocked. God damn it is bowling fun.

We headed home after that, a worn out bunch. We all ate some more Chinese food and then the group decided to hit the movies. I declined and watched the Cubs game before passing out in front of the TV at about 9:30.

Watch your back Keith Richards, cause there's a new guy in town!