People,

After the Indy gig (see yesterday's entry) we hit the town to schmooze some record industry folks. Ugh. If I had my choice of shooting myself point blank in the face or acting really excited while some guy who has no idea who I am is telling me how he'll open up all sorts of opportunities for me, all the while talking on a cellphone, giving me a business card and taking a cd that I spent all my savings and a year of my life creating....well, I'd take the bullet.

Anyway, we went out and gladhanded and I did my best to appear enthused and happy, which probably came off as scowling and miserable. Oh well, that's why Gordon's in the band. He rules at this stuff.

Anyway, we lit out of town and got a couple hours on the road towards Pittsburgh before we decided to hit Lee's Inn for a good night's rest. Now, for all of you weary road travelers, Lee's Inn is a pretty good choice....not exactly on top of their game, but still pretty nice.

We headed up to our room and it was stone cold not made up. Blankets all over the floor, trash still in the room, etc. So we of course went and got another room, which was made up fine, but had no soap, shampoo, conditioner or toilet paper.

So it was back to the front desk again. I picked up some supplies and hit the vending machine for some late night sugar. I chose tropical skittles for some reason, probably because they're delicious. Anyway, I put my money in, made my choice and ......and.......and.....they got stuck. God damn. Luckily Pete was nearby. He came over, assessed the problem and kicked the machine pretty frigging hard. This served two purposes; it didn't dislodge the candy and it broke the light and internal electronics of the machine. Needless to say, we hustled up to our rooms and still do not speak of it.

Sorry, Lee