nomad'z land

dude. i am making up for how lazy and unproductive i used to be. word up so hard about it. if i could run, i would be running to every place i have to be. unfortunately due to my gimp knee i have to allow myself that much more time to be able to walk briskly rather than gun it. poo poo. so i left work in a rush on friday to make my afternoon flight to vancouver which yellow! there were no lines at the airport. it was amazing! i got stuck in the middie but whatevs. got reading done as well as a little bitty nap. matt who is the best tour manager in the universe got a runner to pick me up which holy shizer it took us 45 minutes to get to the hotel when it should have taken 20. traffic follows me wherever i go like a dark cloud. there were coincidentally also dark clouds. and low temperatures which i cant recall the last time i was cold somewhere. endless summer, youre finally over. actually not cause its hot in la so tgif.

anyhoo they played at the queen elizabeth theater at the same time a football game was going on across the street, so lots of stuff and more stuff. great show, and holy smelly aftershow party downstairs. that was basically my impetus for wanting to scram. j has other reasons. we had about two minutes of downtime at the hotel before heading to sushi with other michael and his crew. j jokingly hailed a limo as a cab and he actually took us to the place which i was way too excited about, as evidenced by the photos down there mate. i want a limo to take me everywhere i want to go from now on. this is very unrealistic and douchey so fine i take it back. michael bernard fitzgerald or is it michael fitzgerald bernard is hilarzzzz and i love his whole crew, i kind of wish they were permanently opening for spearhead in the hizzy. and gavin degraw cause i love his voice. anywyz i was pretty much dunzo from exhaustion and alcohol and weed never help my cause. i was fading quickly then we got back to hotel to pack in 15  minutes to make bus call so we could get to border crossing (boo). this fool (j) just left me on the bus and matt had to come wake me from my slumber so cbp could raid the place. darn it. darn you.

so we got to seattle and i woke up at freaking 12 pm ?!?!? i wanted to wake up at  like 9am. fail. i wanted to do homework and then explore. fail on the homework part. i tried to get j out of bed to explore with me but he wasnt havin it. so i walked around for less than an hour, down to the fish market or whatever. joke time: what did the blind pimp say when he walked into the fish market? “pay up bitches!” or something like that. im not the best at retelling jokes that are more than 10 words long. but you get the gist of it. got to talk to syleste on the phone which was nice catchup time while i perused the 1000 aisles of this antiquey thrift store which surprise i didnt buy anything. went back to the bus then went with j to promo at a radio station somewhere. pretty quick. then we got massages wheee and had some pho yum!

god im getting fat, tour fucks up my life and body. damn you road, damn you!! i basically only consume beer and hot dog buns. fml. oh man but there was this amazing bread pudding at the show in seattle which just made my LIFE. BREAD PUDDING!!!!!!

this is so disjointed cause i dont sit down and knock out a post, it takes me like 7093 breaks and i try to keep it within one day, but we will see.

okay so show in seattle, and afterwards we smoked some pot outside on the street cause apparently its legal there. THEN!!!! drum roll please. are you ready?

breaking news: i gave j the meanest lap dance of his entire existence. hes so lucky im his girlfriend right now. it was in the back of the tour bus and bulby put on rihanna or maybe drake and i was inspired by rihannas dirty ass bullshit to just get down and dirty my damn self. if only there were a pole available. imagine if you will, me with my american jacket and my fuzzy shearling vest, leggings and my uggs as well as flowers in my hair. i may or may not have been wearing two tank tops and my lmu sweatshirt. pretty epic stripper costume if you ask me. and i only took off the vest, you know leave em wanting more. a lot more. i think there are pictures of this floating around somewhere. i need to hunt them down cause im sure j wants to be able to revisit this and not just in his mind which im also sure is playing nonstop in his head. cause it was just that awesome. am i right boo?

okay so in accordance to the laws of the universe, once something great happens something shitty must follow. that shitty something was our bus dying and us having to move ourselves and our belongings to the crew bus. wheeee we got what we wished fer! all together again 😀 this was 9am and i guess the bus died at 5 or 6am so total fail. we were still 6 hours from our destination somehow, and after a little while we stopped in pendleton which is probably still in washington, and mike j sara and bulby got onto a little biplane to make their fundraiser which i was totes uncomfortable with cause i just had visions of a fiery death and me grieving in all black, fabulous but so so fucking sad at a funeral. oh this took a bad turn. unlike the biplane which thankfully landed safely. so i got to boise with just enough time to catch my flight, but not before having midday crew beers and doing some reading and falling asleep in the bunk which antonio generously donated to us (me). and now i am back home watching pacquito eat his feet which is cute and also fascinating and disturbing. another week bit the dust, week 7 of grad school, here we gooooo! (mario voice. or was that luigi. childhood memory fail.)

ps i am too lazy to put the pictures in order and im also eating fried chicken and rice with my right hand. left hand ftw