March 22nd, 2018.

Rolling Eastbound and down. Passed a house. You know. A house on wheels. Swerving around on the interstate because it’s WAY too windy for houses to be out and about today, but no calamity ensued and we have left it miles behind us in the rearview mirror.

What do we do with our off nights? Set up our gear in the Bourbon Dungeon of our friends’ house and make videos!
Oh so fucking SICK.

We’re headed hard to Charlottesville and, well, it would’ve been nice to break the drive in half the way we’d planned, or get the drive done yesterday and then have most of the day before our last gig free to relax as plan B would’ve gone, but no – plan C consisted of hanging out eating amazing Cuban food and playing Bears vs Babies with old and new friends till we all went to bed full and happy in a beautiful house wrapped in warmth while the crystalline winter snows of Kentucky beautified Lexington around us…

Kentucky is a winter wonderland!

I mean, obviously Plan C wasn’t too bad, but Plan A would probably see us relaxedly brunching somewhere in West Virginia right now… and plan B would probably see us just puttering around our friends’ house in Virginia right now… as it is we’ve got five hours of driving to go and we just passed a swerving house.

Kentucky was not PREPARED to be a winter wonderland.

Still, plan A and B probably would’ve involved a LOT of driving in the snow, and today is sunshiney and beautiful, the rest seems to have done my Plague some good (meaning it’s actually done some BAD to the Plague and I’M feeling a lot better because it actually did ME some good) and though I’m snuffly and going over the mountains is probably going to compact congestion in my ears into a glutinous sludge that will impact my ability to at least tune this evening if not my actual physical balance AND I’m still coughing here and there … at least I no longer actually kind of feel like I’m going to die, nor do I feel kind of like I want to…

My friend Jason gifted us with “Bears vs Babies”. We in turn gifted it to our friends in Kentucky.

Five hours. Three hour gig. Two hours. Crash. Tomorrow is home at whatever speed we want.

They made great things.

Almost there.

Stay on target.

Crossing lines…
Listening to Brittney Ann while we do it…

I Love that the Tin Whistle Pub tries to emulate our logo.
Heather took the brunt of our Thursday night show at the Tin Whistle Irish Pub in Charlottesville VA… I was feeling a LOT better, but with how crap I WAS feeling, that wasn’t saying THAT much.

upComing & inComing

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