loggin daze .02

nuggets of wisdom from something fierce #1: the period between noon and two is lunch time. everything in this window can and should be blamed on lunch titties.

Before leaving for tour, Andrew, announced he had a total of 2 pair of underwear for the entire trip. They are this new brand that keeps sweat off your nether regions and you can wash them in the shower. Steven is skeptical and horrified. I am curious for the sake of science and the prospect of never having to buy new underwear for tours. We hopped onto 45 a little before 2 pm and around quarter to 4 we were saying goodbye to Texas. Beinvenue en Louiseine.

Our first stop was at Saturns Bar on St Cloud st in New Orleans, LA. When we got there, we noticed a flyer announcing that King Louie (yes Goner kids, that King Louie) would be headlining the bill and we nearly shat ourselves. He never showed up. It was a good show, nonetheless. Uneventful, but enjoyable. We made friends with a guy named George who had heard of us when Answers was streamed on punknews.org. He graciously allowed us to crash at his place despite having to wake up at 630 am for work the next morning. It was much appreciated.
Other bands that played last night:
BUOYANT SEA a one man band with a drum machine and serious hygeine issues. It was honestly, better than I expected. Usually, a drum machine is my cue to head for the door.
POPPETS coed guitar duo from my new favorite land of power pop Sweden with an iPod full of drum beats and harmonies that would make Pete Shelley an Steve Diggle jizz all up in their pants.
ESTROGEN HIGHS grungy college rock from Connecticut with clangy guitars and slow dreamy bass walks. I'm a sucker for this stuff. Surprising vocals reminiscent of the Replacements.

We woke up at 630 to a beautiful sunny morning and wandered over to the French Quarter for breakfast at Cafe du Monde. We sipped on coffee and I was introduced to this wonderful nugget of dough called a beignet as we watched people walk up and down the streets. We left when the cafe was ambushed by a million Lutherans in town for a convention. Seriously, it was like Night of the Living Dead, except the zombies were Lutherans .. and Andrew only wishes he was as cool as Tony Todd. After wandering around the city, we discovered that the only things up at 8am besides us were the pigeons. A bright red one followed us for about a block before realizing we had no food to give him and went off to harrass a mother pushing a stroller. We ended up at Harrahs to test our luck for a bit. My first time gambling and I managed to swipe $17 from slot machines. The boys sat at poker machines but left after a few dollars lost.

So now, we are in Tuscaloosa, LA waiting for our show at Egans Bar to start. We have about 5 hours left to kill.
I did manage to catch this sweet quote from Steven while reading in the backseat: "I wish I had taint in my teeth. I would floss the hell out of that taint." and I leave you with that.

now enjoy the pictures!!

this is what breakfast looks like in New Orleans. Houston, you have been schooled.

things are written in French sometimes!

Joan of Arc. I think she's super neat is all.

I don't know who this dude is but I liked him ..

so did Andrew

Steven didn't really care

Andrew put his hand on some titties

Steven got her in the cootch

the ceiling in Harrahs.

suggested eating rituals from the bathroom in Saturns.
and finally, words of hope

love. niki.7