So on this day, the day of Adam's birth, we drove. And we drove some more. Chicago is really far from Omaha, 10 hours far.
We had a pretty silent car ride, but we did meet this interesting guy at this little diner called the 5th street cafe in Rock Island, Illinois. He was really interested in the fact that we were a touring band, and chatted with Alex for a while. They have live music a few times a week and was encouraging us to come play there. 9myyi87tjiisjsdjfdslafkjdf (<---that was Dave right there. HE just had to leave his mark.)
ANYWAY, so then the guy asked us a question we've never been asked before, "How much do you guys charge." we laughed. quite a bit. Adam went back in to go the bathroom before we left, and the guy was coming out with a guitar in his hand. He wanted Alex to play a little bit. Looks like we won a new fan. We even got a business card.
Then we got in the car and drove some more.
Annnnd some more.
Finally we got to Omaha and entered the nicest house I've ever stayed in in my entire life.
But that's for another blog friends, another blog.
3 comments:
Yep, different cities, different people. Sounds great, now COME HOME!!!!!!!!!!!! I get it already, the rest of America is better than Texas, but Im not in the rest of America, therefore it is not better. GET HERE SOON!!!! Love youuuuuuuuuuu, wanna sooooooda?
i don't remember any nicest houses when we went to omaha.
the reptile house at the zoo? bc they kept talking about that zoo.
i remember that basement (aka Toy Wonderland) being pretty spiffy. the eagles' nest was pretty rad too, but, no, not the "nicest house" either.
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