Terror Tour 2/4/2007

We got up EARLY and drove 9 hours with a cardboard window into Florida, which is Frank 3 Gun's favorite location on the planet. They have had some bad storms down there lately and the weather was not in our favor. The rain was coming down hard and put a nice hole in our tree made window.

We got to the club early and walked to a burrito place which had the nationally televised Cavaliers basketball game on. We started out the season so well, but we have been running in place lately. I am almost glad that I don't get to see the games when we are on tour; it is just too depressing knowing that all Cleveland sports franchises are perennial losers. A girl in stretch pants came in and you could definitely set a pot luck dinner on her ass. If every girl looked like her, I am re-locating.

The club was balmy and disgusting and the attendance was definitely affected by the weather and the biggest sporting contest of the year. There was a TV at the bar, so I was excited to be able to see bits and pieces of the game. The weather was a factor in that event too; turnover central. The first half was pretty exciting to watch, but like all Superbowls, It ended up lopsided. The win should definitely solidify Peyton Manning as an all time great quarterback. Deservingly so.

Misha went and stayed with Mike "Low Cool" Murphy, whose band played a surprise set earlier on in the night. We got a text in the middle of the night saying that Misha double teamed some girl and then ate all her food. Ladies, why would you fuck Misha? Nice guy, but he speaks as eloquently as a fucking caveman and he has the body type of an ostrich. Misha, like Forrest Gump before him, lives an extraordinary life.

It was internet café central in the room after we hit up an IHOP. At 3 a.m., Buske, Martin, and I ended up hopping a fence in the pouring rain and going in the hot tub. That was great until a card carrying member of the Trench Coat Mafia who allegedly was a hotel employee, told us it was after 10 pm and we needed to vacate the pool area.

We went back in the room and all started online blogs (or Blaaaaahhhhgs, if you live in the Terror van) and a few of us watched videos of our new favorite 80's hair metal/thrash band; NITRO. They are O.F.R. and H.W.D.W.S. for sure.