SassyBlonde

One of my least favorite things about going on these tours is the fact that we're stuck eating wherever the bus driver puts us out-- today we got stuck at the world's slowest Perkins. Usually it's Cracker Barrel, so we were happy for the change, but still-- it took us an hour to get our food, which of course was scary as all get out anyway. Gack. here are times when I can totally empathize with sailors who had no green veggies and got scurvy on voyages... sometimes all I want it something green and fresh and uncooked and not fried. Perkins, unfortunately, doens't so much provide that. At least our manager was behind us in line, so no yelling about being back on the bus on time.

When I get older, I want to live somewhere like the venue we played today-- it was one of the most fabulous retirement villages I've ever seen. Now, this was no nursing home gig-- they had a full-on concert hall, complete with cushy purple chairs, and nice veggies and mint brownies for snacks (gotta love the senior villages for snacks-- awesome.) It was packed out, too-- completely full to the gills. I have to say again that I'm a huge fan of our audiences-- they're some of the most appreciative and enthusiastic concertgoers I've ever experienced, and they're generally incredibly nice people to boot.

Nice or not, I am SO ready for a day off.