Saturday. The tour is almost over. We are currently trudging through some Dallas area traffic and listening to Broken Social Scene to keep our spirits up. Just three hours to the last show! But lets time warp for a quick second!
Wednesday we played in St. Louis, MO, after waking up in Bloomington, IN. We ate breakfast there with David Chapman, Travis' dad, before leaving the small college town for the big city.
St. Louis, St. Louis! I've driven your highways twice now, walked a grand total of 4 blocks, and I still have absolutely no sense of what you are like! I really hoped to finally ride up to the top of the famous arch, and to explore The City Museum. I'm writing from my cell phone so I can't link you to it, but its some sort of awesome museum that also functions as an all ages fun zone--think giant replica of a cave, giant spirally shiny slide, huge climbable tunnel fun land, etc. You know, all the great things about Discovery Zone that you loved as a kid and wished existed for your adult self.
Maybe I'm building this up in my mind... anyway, the St Louis show was infinitely better than our Bloomington performance, save for the fact that hardly anyone was there. 50 people? Maybe? We decided it would fall into the bucket of great but unmemorable evenings. Its weird how much the crowd shapes how you feel about things.
Thursday was an epic driving day. 10 hours! From Missouri to Dallas. Something about our breakfast at Denny's kept us full for 7 hours. Ugh. The day was comprised of mediocre food and weird mid western gas station stop after weird Midwestern gas station stop. We must've looked like freaks. Kendall with his long hair. Me with my Jamaican hair. And the mustasche men ambling about. The locals definitely found us um interesting to say the least, if their bewildered stares meant anything at all.
But we eventually made it out of the Midwest and back into Texas, nestled into our sheets and the familiarity and peculiarity of a suburban Dallas neighborhood.
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