So when we first got to South Fork, there were two cleaning ladies that were cleaning up our condo for us. Very nice. One was actually one of the show promoters. I guess in South Fork, a cleaning lady is bound by contract to stay on site throughout the duration of your stay because they never really left the whole time we were there. They bought us beer, and put up with our shit. They didn’t clean too much after the first day, but we’ll let that slide. The place was gigantic anyway, so they weren’t really in our way and Mama Lee and Cassie were really cool to us. Our plan was to sleep in and make a short 4 hour trip in to Crested Butte but at 9am, hospitality runs out like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight and I am rudely awoken by some loud knocking at the front door. I stumble to the front and open it up. What the fuck? New cleaning ladies and these ones are mean as shit. She starts yelling at me about how we need to get out of here right now and who’s the smoker and they have to clean this all up and probably some more things, but I shut her off at that point because my hangover isn’t ready for this kind of confrontation. This lady is nuts. Off in the distance, I hear Mama Lee yell “I thought I was the cleaning lady!?”. Shit is getting real in South Fork. I tell her I’ll get the rest of the dudes. She starts knocking again in less than five minutes and Drew gets the door. She’s still ranting about smokers and whatnot and now is basically coming in to clean whether or not we’re ready. She apologizes and yells at the same time like she has insult tourettes. Her and Ed almost go toe to toe all Spokane Butte
On the ride into Crested Butte I marvel at how good we’ve become at sleeping in odd car positions. David Blaine can fucking suck it. The sled pulls into town right on time and we load in to the Eldo. We’re all tired of moving gear around but tonight’s stop proves extra difficult. There’s a two story hike up a rickety old stair case that (for added difficulty points) is covered in ice. Crested Butte
Once we are in the venue I am immediately psyched. Partially because I survived the walk into it, but mostly because it reminds me of places we’ve played before. Mountain towns are great for punk rock. There are tons of jam bands in these towns so when a punk show hits they go nuts. The staff is complete with “Fuck you Hippies” t-shirts. We get a free meal and all of the in-house beer we can drink. That’s dangerous news to hear at 6pm. For the record, if you’re ever at the Eldo, the Pilsen Ale is fantastic. Tonight does not disappoint. From the first note of the Derels, the crowd is running into each other and spilling beer everywhere. We hit the stage after them and the party continues. Everyone at the Eldo brought their party shoes tonight. As a band, there is no better feeling than starting a show with half of the crowd up front and ending it with all of the crowd up front. Even Justin and Francis make it up to join in “More After This”. Tonight also has a special guest appearance by our good friend Joel from Gina Go Faster. We play “Dead Tired” and he joins us on stage. It was an Epic time. Less than epic was the post show load out. It sucked on the way in when I was sober. It was a disaster after we all tried to break the bank on “all you can drink” and it started snowing. No problem. The Ed Sled is built for snow travels. The other 5 passengers are not. We stumble back to the hotel for another great night in the books. Crested Butte
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