My favorite memories all seem to revolve around times I spent with the lovely and talented Jen Wa the Destroyer out on the road. They seem to involve a lot of booze consumption, rowdy boys, sweaty concert halls and absurd conversations that you only have on a very boring stretch of road. Or staying in hilarious hotels in stupid cities.
Some excerpts from the past:
* Jun. 7th, 2005 at 6:57 PM
So I had an okay time at the show last night. Best part of the night was standing in line for the disgusting bathroom at SLO Brew and realizing I was standing by the singer from Lit. I looked over at him and we had a nearly hysterical conversation.
Me: You’re in Lit!
Him: Yes I am
Me: I once drank a bunch of jagger with you and fell off your bus.
Him: Oh youre from Bakersfield then!
It’s very involved being me.
Jun. 10th, 2005
* 7:42 AM
the interesting thing about being Stephanie is that there is a punk band asleep in various parts of my house.
and i just walked in the door myself and hit their merch guy with the door. i think when i leave for work i should offer him my room to sleep in since ya know i’ll be at work
* Jun. 13th, 2005 at 10:10 AM
There’s nothing quite like seeing an entire rock band and their road crew clattering up your stairs and getting ready to go swimming. I went back to work and came home to find we were going to the beach. We filled up the cooler with ice and various bar essentials and then stopped for more beer and champange. It was like TIME FOR A FIELD TRIP. We all climbed in the tour van and drove out to the beach that Jen and I go to. We spread out a bunch of blankets and the boys decided we needed a camp fire. So they dug a hole and started looking for drift wood and fire starters. It was cute, them all being tattooed and crazy looking doing manly things like building fires. A baby seal wandered up on to the beach around that time and almost got close enough to Jen and I for us to touch it. The boys were beside themselves with excitement. We found a boogie board. A got the fire going and we passed around the champagne and toasted to the beautiful California sky.
On the way back in the van, A drinks in the backseat and we sang along to Gwen Stefani. We went to the store for the 43908540398th time that day to get more ice and booze and A got us stuff for breakfast. The plan was for all of us to get SMASHED at our house and hang out. It started out that way. I was sitting on the balcony smoking talking to Shep and Throat (the Merch guy and the tour manager) and then the neighbors started yelling again. So we went back in the house.
* Aug. 17th, 2005 at 10:30 AM
D and R had decided to sleep in the van and so it was just me, Jen, D2, A, White K and Black K in the hotel room. We found out our seals had been the talk of the June tour. We’re basically famous.
At one point they were all so trashed that D2 said “You know whats cool.” and Everyone looked at him and basically the answer was . or nothing, I forget which, but we were all laughing so hard we were crying and K threw up he was laughing so hard. After awhile of laughing until we cried the boys were getting sleepy. And even though there were four of them staying in a tiny ass room, they offered to let us crash there too but we told them we had our own. So it was hugs all around for our boys and then we drove home and got food and crashed.
Ahh yes, those were very good times, and a very long time ago.