SassyBlonde

After hours and hours of rolling along on the bus, we finally made it into Kansas City through an ice storm. We were all set to don the monkey suits again and go play another show when the call came through that the show had been canceled due to weather. Immediately we all perked up, and I even went so far as to jump on the bed. Playing a show in a new city every day this time has been kind of a drag, and a night off is always appreciated.

On tour, a night off usually translates to someone having a party, and so it went-- California, CaraMia, Lexie and I all went over to the Aldi across the frozen parking lot and scored some of the best bad five-dollar wine I've ever had, as well as cheese and crackers and party mix and such.

It was amazing to me how thoroughly the ice had covered everything in its path-- the trees, the power lines, and even the random blades of grass sticking up through the snow were covered with quarter-inch shells of crystal clear ice. It made for some really picturesque scenes, and the trees looked amazing. Of course, that also meant the sidewalks were covered with glassy ice as well where the ice melter hadn't reached, so going was treacherous and not paying attention to your feet could get you a real quick trip to Flat-On-Your-Ass if you weren't careful. We managed to make it back in one piece with snacks in tow and proceeded to party down, which for us meant hanging out in California's room with the whole crew and drinking wine until we almost fell over. At this point I planned to go back to my room and vegetate, but Yar and Lexie and Muppet had other ideas and called me over to play Pictionary.

Of necessity, we don't usualy carry around the real versions of all the games we play-- we make up our own versions using hotel notepads and our own random rules: versions of charades, Pictionary, Celebrity (I'll explain that later), and so many strange and inventive card games that I can't go through them all here. Of course, we also have travel versions of Boggle, Scrabble, chess and checkers, but the most fun ones are the bastardized community games where we have to make fools of ourselves to win, so a game of Pictionary is always hilarious, no matter how many people are involved. Add to that that musicians already have completely warped minds and the word sets we come up with usually have at least one instance of scatological or sexual humor and things can get really funny really fast.

Therefore, it was no surprise that our game devolved into using pictures of "spaghetti" and "mother" for something you learn about in high school health class, and we were all on the floor laughing by the time it was done.

It's insane that at thirty years old, my best memory of this trip so far is staying up late playing Pictionary. I love it.

UPDATE: I totally forgot to tell you guys--- PTB totally apologized to CaraMia today for his asshatted behavior. Good to know I haven't lost my touch.