Still somewhere in California...
Hey, guys. Sorry for the delay in the blog post from yesterday. Sometime around 4 p.m. California time, our snazzy little internet card decided it didn't really feel like working anymore. So... from yesterday...
The day was pretty INSANE in the booth. Luis and I were, for some unknown reason, feeling super ambitious and decided to schedule four signings:
1:00: Forever The Sickest Kids
2:00: We The Kings
3:30: The Academy Is...
5:00: The Devil Wears Prada.
The crowds for all four of these signings were huge, and all four lines had to be cut (much to the chagrin of some concert-goers. Hey, man, thems the breaks. The bands can't sit around all day, no matter how much we'd like them to).
Needless to say, we missed lunch and relied very heavily on our awesome street-teamer (Sarah) to work the subscriptions table. Luckily, Luis had some super, SUPER rad friends who brought us In-N-Out Burger for lunch. Oh, yeah. In-N-Out Burger twice within 24 hours is a-okay in my book (the rumors were true about our bus stopping the other night).
I had to leave the booth early to attend to some other requirements, and by the time I got to the showers (way later than sponsorship people are supposed to use them) the lukewarm water was long gone. Yay, ice showers! :P It didn't really bother me for too long, though, as last night was the last big BBQ of the tour. Since we had a 2 a.m. bus call and tonight's bus call is 9:30, it was really the last night for people to hang out before the tour's over tomorrow. The band buses and the production buses weren't set up together, so essentially there were two parties. The BBQ was in full swing--the amphitheater actually let us have it inside the venue, and aside from the BBQ band, Kevin Lyman himself was in back, grilling some tri-tip steaks. MmmMmmMmm. The Aggrolites (along with special guests like Oreskaband and Fear Nuttin' Band) provided the evening soundtrack, and there was a massive hot dog-eating contest. I think someone in the Anberlin camp won, and I heard this morning at breakfast that all the participants promptly puked afterward.
Over by the band buses, things were equally hopping, as Story Of The Year were providing a dance party in their pop-up tent, and there was an organized cornhole tourney (with color commentary and everything). It seemed like everyone was in a pretty good--if not bittersweet--mood. I can't imagine touring full time. It seems like it would be a relief to be having some time off before moving onto another (hopefully less sweaty) tour, yet difficult to say goodbye to your summer family.
As much fun as I have being out on the road and as rad as it is to meet our readers, I am definitely looking forward to having a regular shower, a bed that doesn't jerk around with every road bump and a closet, rather than a suitcase. Still, seeing everyone say goodbye last night makes me a little jealous that I'm not a full-time nomad.
The day was pretty INSANE in the booth. Luis and I were, for some unknown reason, feeling super ambitious and decided to schedule four signings:
1:00: Forever The Sickest Kids
2:00: We The Kings
3:30: The Academy Is...
5:00: The Devil Wears Prada.
The crowds for all four of these signings were huge, and all four lines had to be cut (much to the chagrin of some concert-goers. Hey, man, thems the breaks. The bands can't sit around all day, no matter how much we'd like them to).
Needless to say, we missed lunch and relied very heavily on our awesome street-teamer (Sarah) to work the subscriptions table. Luckily, Luis had some super, SUPER rad friends who brought us In-N-Out Burger for lunch. Oh, yeah. In-N-Out Burger twice within 24 hours is a-okay in my book (the rumors were true about our bus stopping the other night).
I had to leave the booth early to attend to some other requirements, and by the time I got to the showers (way later than sponsorship people are supposed to use them) the lukewarm water was long gone. Yay, ice showers! :P It didn't really bother me for too long, though, as last night was the last big BBQ of the tour. Since we had a 2 a.m. bus call and tonight's bus call is 9:30, it was really the last night for people to hang out before the tour's over tomorrow. The band buses and the production buses weren't set up together, so essentially there were two parties. The BBQ was in full swing--the amphitheater actually let us have it inside the venue, and aside from the BBQ band, Kevin Lyman himself was in back, grilling some tri-tip steaks. MmmMmmMmm. The Aggrolites (along with special guests like Oreskaband and Fear Nuttin' Band) provided the evening soundtrack, and there was a massive hot dog-eating contest. I think someone in the Anberlin camp won, and I heard this morning at breakfast that all the participants promptly puked afterward.
Over by the band buses, things were equally hopping, as Story Of The Year were providing a dance party in their pop-up tent, and there was an organized cornhole tourney (with color commentary and everything). It seemed like everyone was in a pretty good--if not bittersweet--mood. I can't imagine touring full time. It seems like it would be a relief to be having some time off before moving onto another (hopefully less sweaty) tour, yet difficult to say goodbye to your summer family.
As much fun as I have being out on the road and as rad as it is to meet our readers, I am definitely looking forward to having a regular shower, a bed that doesn't jerk around with every road bump and a closet, rather than a suitcase. Still, seeing everyone say goodbye last night makes me a little jealous that I'm not a full-time nomad.
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