Our morning started off with a stretch of bad shit. We wake up in Tacoma at some hotel we booked over the phone that ended up being the wrong hotel. I think I passed out fairly early all things considered. One of the Tims, Mike and Manny were out drinking in our car until the sunrise. We were all pretty psyched about the show so we took it up a notch last night. Maybe one notch too many. The keys are no where to be found. Van call was at 11am and apparently the keys decided to go early and lock themselves up before we got there. Shit. Mike and Manny start calling places and somehow Mike gets it covered to come out and it doesn't cost us. But that's only half of our problem at the moment. Our van is parked in the back of the hotel. As we are hanging out waiting for the locksmith, about 7 people are in and out of a hotel room on the 2nd floor screaming "white power" at us. Not good. We're already pissed off about everything that happened and now we have to deal with a bunch of methed out (not even white) white supremecists? Plus we have to stay by the car for the locksmith so we can't even go anywhere. Mike is in the trailer (we still have those keys) assorting a "Just in case" pile of assorted goods including a sword, a back massager and two Washington apples. He's like Zelda back there. Anyway, they keep coming in and out of there hotel room, driving off, coming back, so on and so forth. Finally the locksmith gets there and we think we're about out of the woods. That's when the meth circus comes down the stairs and starts walking over. Now, I'm not even joking about the meth. They look like a fucking disaster. If meth dudes had nicknames, I would say the 3 coming over were Scabby Ears, Chubs and Squiggly head. Scabby Ears tells us he doesn't have a problem with us, he thought we were trying to start something with them somehow (still not sure) and so they figured it would help if they started yelling "white power". Good logic Scabby Ears. You almost got apple eyed.
Anyway, back on track, we head out to Seattle. No joke. Seattle is one of our favorite places. It reminds us of Denver, but with more ocean access, fresher seafood and a lot of hats. We take the Tims down to the public market. They like it too. Tim dances to a street vendor. We get some crab cocktails and Timmy gets salmon on a sick. It's like a glorious meat lollipop. Er...Wait. That doesn't sound quite right. Anyway, it was some good shit.
We get a hotel in the city thanks to Mike's wheeling and dealing. He did manage to talk a lady down (but it was still too much) with my favorite line so far "Ok maam. Well let me just see what what the good lord blessed us with today and I will call you right back.". It's also pretty funny when he calls and then when the price is too high, he forgets to continue his schtick and goes back to regular Mike voice.
Back at the funhouse tonight. We get off to a great start. The crowd is into it, and for the first city so far there is a dude that knows the words to our songs. Fuck yeah. The stage is soaked in beers and the Tims go off once again. We have hit our stride and through beer soaked clothes and guitars, we end with More After This before the Guttermouth dudes come up. They have a leisurely, hair slicked back look that either means they are here to rock or they want to safari with you. Dave has a more sheriff look about him, sporting their merch guys cowboy boots and a hat to match. They tear it up too and Mark can barely push the crowd back from the beer soaked mob rushing the stage.
We continue to a late night after party with the dudes, and report back to Charlie-Jeff room side. Yeah, I could get real used to Seattle...
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