Being on tour and being sick is pretty fucking miserable. We’re not on tour. I’m still sick. This is worse – you don’t have the notion that you “just have to make it through the show” – you’re supposed to be PACKING THAT FUN IN and the body just wants to go back to bed. I’ve been trying to believe myself better, but eventually the truth was that I just wasn’t up for going out last night. We got in to Whitney and Freddie’s pretty early in the day and met their kid and we played for THEM instead. We played more than we would’ve if we’d gone out to an open mic, and having Freddie and Whitney and Haley dance for us was probably a whole lot more fun to boot.
There was Play-Do and rabbits and cat barf and Magic and generally all the things that can make a night pretty wonderful. Unfortunately, there was also snot and headaches and drippiness. All in all it made what SHOULD’VE been a miserable night a lot of fun.
Today we’re making our way to Louisville, KY after having bummed around Music Row for a bit, visiting the Johnny Cash Museum and listening to a couple of singer/songwriters on the streets and in the windows and generally lamenting that of course it’s about 20 degrees outside.
As we head back North and East it’s only going to get worse, unfortunately – and my head is just full of pressure, my ears are stuffy – betwixt that and the weather it’s kind of hard to be having a good time. Sigh.
Everyone’s got their own bliss…. After dinner and a couple of games of Magic : the Gathering, after eating the Play-Doh and much spinning on the floor in our socks, it was time for bed. Even Jack the cat was invited to story time. Though he didn’t do any of the voices. Scooter! We stayed with my old friend Whitney while we were in Nashville and her daughter’s FIRST action was to introduce us to her rabbit. Then she tried to make us eat Play-doh. It might not sound like it, but she really WAS a very charming child.