Tweets VIII?
Our tour manager got the flu, is it swine flu? The doctor thought so, but Andy’s uncle is a doctor too, and he said that swine is over-diagnosed. Either way, Sean feels like shit, and we had to send him home. For our sakes as much as his!
I took him to the airport about an hour before we played in Salt Lake. On the way there we were stuck in a little traffic, so Sean took the opportunity to vomit out the window.
I’m feeling fit as a fiddle, besides being exhausted. Not having our tour manager leads to a lot of un-answered questions and confusion. Where are we setting the guitars? What time is the pre-show hang at? Is it catering or buyout tonight? The van is about to get towed if we don’t move it! Etc. etc. It’s stressful as well as time consuming.
Consequently, I’ve neglected my internet duties, including last week’s Tweets. But the cool thing about not being in college or high school anymore is that I can get away with posting whenever I damn well feel like it!
I’ll take a look at my replies and see if there’s any gold. Cheers!
-Dan
