We woke up in our sweet ass rest stop hotel this morning ready for a drive. It's a long ride to Ketchum. Enjoyed our day off, but back to the rock tonight.
We roll in to Ketchum. I apologize if I am spelling this town wrong. I asked the dudes in the car, but like the total dicks they are, I've gotten "Ketchup" and "Catsup" spelled to me 3 times in a row so fuck them. They can live with my grammatical errors. Anyway, we get to the venue and I realize hospitality extends past Boise and all through entire state of Idaho. We meet a gentle giant named Train. Cool as shit. We have dinner and a huge condo to stay in tonight with the Guttermouth dudes.
We get back to the venue and get ready to rock. the nice-ness continues to a fridge full of beer, redbulls and waters. The stage is really small, but its not the size of the stage that matters, right ladeesh? Mannys monitor is so close he might as well be wearing it as a hat. We get up and immediately we are hit with adversity. One TIm's bass rigg seems to be flying at half mast. We change it. But when one TIm goes, they all go. The next Tim breaks a string, switches guitars and the input goes out. But we battle through and the set goes off. I jump up on a ledge and avoid death by a narrow margin. Mike jumps off stage and gets in some faces. We end on a high note and continue the party while we wait for Guttermouth.
Fashionably late to the stage, Guttermouth gets up and starts their set. The crowd was awesome but it wasn't going as crazy it should've. It could just have been our judgment because we were all atleast two 40's and a few shots deep at this point. Only one thing can pump this party up to eleven. Time for the Ed Sled. He's already sporting a black tank top that says he's open for business so it's a no brainer. Mike and I hoist him up on our shoulders and charge towards the stage. Surprisingly we keep him up for most of the song and the crowd is back in full swing. Mike stage dives, the Tims tim out and its an all out uproar. At some point, they all switch instruments. Alex is singing, Mark is playing guitar, Justin on drums. Mark takes a run and my amp comes crashing to the ground. Full on to the ground. Somehow it survives. By the end of their set, I wonder if anything will work tomorrow. My amps down, Timmy's smells like burning and other Tims is prety much out of comish. Oh well, we'll find out tomorrow? Cause tonight its time to party and there is a nice gentleman waiting to buy us drinks across the street.
We go across the street to a bar. Lucky for us, every one in Ketchum is letting their hair down too except the bartender or the manager. i can't tell which one. Anyway, we almost got a back room tour of something that I can't remember. It was like a walkway between bars? I don't know. I know it was really interesting until the bartender manager stopped us from going. Then Mike blew the whistle. Literally he had a whistle and the bartender manager tried to take it from him. I emphasize tried. No way anyone takes anything from Mike. Not now. Not ever. Well, except a sharpie, but that's later. At this point it's time to go back to the condo so we head out.
The party should have ended there, but it doesn't. We hit the condo and grab some beers and a special batch of wine that was given to us back in Portland. Lesson learned. Never give drunk guys sharpies. Simmo and mike trade face drawings. According to my camera, there were many more. i don't really remember. I know that I avoided a 3 man take down with a tims help and that Mike acquired a ridiculous sharpie mustache. Yeah, it's about time to pass out. Awesome times Ketchum. See you again soon...
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