Saturday, July 4, 2009

Tuscon Trip

Well, I just got back from what was technically my first out-of-state show with The Dread Crew of Oddwood. I'm covered in a fine and thick layer of desert sand right now. The 6.5 hour trip out was alright, leaving at 7:30a.m. and making it by about 1:30p.m. The ride was made more bearable by singing barbershop tags with fellow bandmates. Upon arrival in Hell (which is what I somewhat jokingly designated Tuscon as), we made our way into the Surly Wench Pub, after the brief step out into 105F weather. After running the soundcheck and checking into The Hotel Arizona, we enjoyed food and drink with the barfolk, then proceeded to walk around Tuscon, as pirates, promoting the show and singing to all the drunkards parading around the streets and eating in restaurants. 10p.m. hits and we head onto the stage and rock the hell out for a forcibly-shortened 45 minute set, electric acoustic pirate rock style. We had about a 100 person crowd, which was a pretty decent Thursday night turn out, and helped beef up our performance energy. Drinks followed the show, many of them. By 2:30a.m. we are floored and passing out in our hotel rooms.

The next morning, we arrived at the restaurant downstairs to use our free meal vouchers and go nuts with food. I myself had the following: one 3-egg omelet w/everything, potatoes, half a pancake, 4 pieces toast, vanilla and strawberry ice creams, a glass of o.j., an Arnold Palmer, and some water. I was temporarily full, since I tend to eat a LOT of food. After haranging the waitress with our band's rowdiness and bawdy humor, we packed up and took off for an adventure. Only 5 of our 8 members stayed for the adventure, the rest went home as losers.

We drove out to Helvetia ghost town, but couldn't find the correct entrance, as it was federal trust land which we needed written permission to step on. After failing that, we decided to simply adventure West and stop along the way for sight-seeing. By this time it's 113F outside, which is pretty damn nice, I must admit. I love the hot, dry heat of the desert, personally. I convinced one band member to buy me bottled water in exchange for me proving that I could easily do 50 push-ups in the scorching sun. I breezed through it as we continued our westward journey. By 9p.m. we reached the sand dunes of eastern California, stopped off and rolled around, concluding our adventure back to San Diego by 11:30p.m. One hell of a trip.