Our publicist met up with us at our Richmond show and traveled with the band for the remainder of the trip. Our next stop was Greenbelt, Maryland. Before leaving Richmond the next day, Alienwhere and I insisted on making our usual pilgrimage to one of our favourite spots ever. [Which Alienwhere will be posting about shortly].
We left Richmond around 1:30PMish as it was supposed to be a light travel day and we'd be to Greenbelt in only a few hours.
WRONG.
We once again hit torrential downpours coupled with heavy, slow moving traffic. Marconi did all of the driving on this leg of the trip and we didn't get to our destination until after 5:00PMish.
The band has another industry friend in Greenbelt whose family is kind enough to let us stay in their home when we're travelling in the area. YES!!! No more crappy hotel rooms! We had two shows to do in Greenbelt over the next few days, and then our last show was in Arlington Sunday night. So we ended up staying with our friends until we headed back to Jersey/New York early Monday morning.
This time around was really nice, as our friends had just finished off their basement and set the band up with an giant air mattress and a few couches. The room itself was really big and we were all comfortable with our new accommodations. We even had a large screen TV to watch movies, and a pinball machine (much more on that in a bit) to entertain ourselves.
By the time we got to the house, and this is soooo typical, we didn't have much time to settle in before having to get ready, clean ourselves up a bit and leaving for the night's gig, which most awesomely, was located literally only moments from where we were staying.
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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The Show
A: Right, so, small crowd, big room, we sounded ok, Asheville can suck it otherwise. The end.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Day 1 - The Rental
A: As all great journeys begin with a single step, typically, SisterKisser journeys begin with a misstep. We arrived at the studio to rent the van we needed for our travel. We piled into Marconi’s Jeep and headed to the Avis to secure our steed.
Apparently at this particular branch, all the adults have been killed and the management and floor staff is a somewhat Lord Of The Flies affair. We made a reservation for a Dodge Caravan, as it is the only available vehicle in the distinguished Avis fleet that would meet our needs. Naturally, there was no such vehicle reserved for us. I, being a little hot tempered occasionally, briefly entertained the notion of Avis-cerating this jackass where he stood. However, Young-and-Puss-Faced told us that the Town and Country in the lot was an equivalent vehicle and after a brief inspection of said vehicle, we were satisfied, and fired up to hit the road.
Upon being asked if we were all going to drive, we found out we needed to sign additional driver agreements. The pubescent lad behind the counter moaned audibly as he realized there were no more of these magical documents that would enable us to harness the raw power of the Chrysler Town and Country we had before us. A second non-testes-descended employee arrived, having driven up to the office (we assume legally, but who knows) and upon having this information conveyed to him, also made a groaning noise, replying “I’ll be right back” and promptly hauled his skinny ass away to the “other office”, which we were told was less than 5 minutes away.
20 minutes later, when accurate math calculations ceased to exist on our planet, he arrived, and we finished up. Lively banter ensued with the two tweens and we were finally on our way, already later than we had imagined.
L: Yes. This is true. This particular office was run by two twelve year olds.
It seems every time we rent a vehicle, something goes wrong, and it’s usually with the reservation. On one trip last year we were told they “didn’t even have a vehicle for us”. And we had to scramble to another place just to get a van.
But in the end we all kept a sense of humour about this particular situation, and were joking around with the lads as we signed off and got the keys to the rental.
And the additional driver thing seemed to work out pretty well as we all took shifts driving throughout the day from when we left at 12:35 PMish until we arrived at our hotel in Tennessee at 1:00 AMish.
Apparently at this particular branch, all the adults have been killed and the management and floor staff is a somewhat Lord Of The Flies affair. We made a reservation for a Dodge Caravan, as it is the only available vehicle in the distinguished Avis fleet that would meet our needs. Naturally, there was no such vehicle reserved for us. I, being a little hot tempered occasionally, briefly entertained the notion of Avis-cerating this jackass where he stood. However, Young-and-Puss-Faced told us that the Town and Country in the lot was an equivalent vehicle and after a brief inspection of said vehicle, we were satisfied, and fired up to hit the road.
Upon being asked if we were all going to drive, we found out we needed to sign additional driver agreements. The pubescent lad behind the counter moaned audibly as he realized there were no more of these magical documents that would enable us to harness the raw power of the Chrysler Town and Country we had before us. A second non-testes-descended employee arrived, having driven up to the office (we assume legally, but who knows) and upon having this information conveyed to him, also made a groaning noise, replying “I’ll be right back” and promptly hauled his skinny ass away to the “other office”, which we were told was less than 5 minutes away.
20 minutes later, when accurate math calculations ceased to exist on our planet, he arrived, and we finished up. Lively banter ensued with the two tweens and we were finally on our way, already later than we had imagined.
L: Yes. This is true. This particular office was run by two twelve year olds.
It seems every time we rent a vehicle, something goes wrong, and it’s usually with the reservation. On one trip last year we were told they “didn’t even have a vehicle for us”. And we had to scramble to another place just to get a van.
But in the end we all kept a sense of humour about this particular situation, and were joking around with the lads as we signed off and got the keys to the rental.
And the additional driver thing seemed to work out pretty well as we all took shifts driving throughout the day from when we left at 12:35 PMish until we arrived at our hotel in Tennessee at 1:00 AMish.
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