Woke up epically late.. ok, I didn't but everyone else did. I got up an hour before bus call and headed down to the RV just so I could grab a spot and sleep some more.
So, that's what I do.. I forego breakfast, wally world stop, and starbucks and attempt to sleep.. but before hand I make sure Thomas gets a pic of Frederico the Bandito, the adorable raccoon (the coooooonnnn! ) we find living in the dumpster.
So I nap for as long as I can, then get up and get some snapshots of Indiana.. the coal plant, that looks like a damn nuclear power plant, and some busted up barns.. exciting, really.
Finally we make it to Owensboro, Kentucky.
After a rainy load in, we hurry up to the meet and greet that we are 2 hours late for at the local FYE.. oops. Taime doesn't come with. I bring merch to sell.. there's a few people who have been wandering the mall since the original time we should have been there. The boys sign and say hello to some fans, including the FYE crew, and then we have some fun.. posing for pics with a Justin Beiber standup, and the boys have some fun shopping..
I rush them cause I heard we have the opportunity to get tattooed.. and of course I'm not gonna pass that up. We head to a rather nice tattoo shop, Ink Mob Studios.. very LA, with pictures of mobsters up on the walls, (kinda like Gordo's paintings)
A guy named Adam does my tattoo, he's a young hip-hop esque white boy.. but nice. He usually does really pretty 3d stuff, from what I see of his work.. hmm.
I go for it. I decide to get my TCB tattoo.. and he did an awesome job. We'll see how well it holds up thru healing, but it looks great now!
So we get some Penn Station (uhm,yummy!) sandwiches.. and the girlie making the sammiches name is.. SAVANNAH!! Fuck yeah!!! She rox. And they all have the cutest lil kinnucky accent when they say Savannah.. I love it! I took a picture with her! Rad.
We haul ass back to the venue and I hurry up and set up.. all these people are very southern-hospitable.. there's one older guy (I forget his name..) Who has back problems, and his cane is a very large stick.. My immediate thought is, better not piss off the guy with the stick. RAD!
Apparently the men's pisser here is a trough.. I'm sending Tender in to take pics.
The openers are a pretty.. "interesting" 80s cover band.. I heard some poison, some idol, etc.. oh wow, now I hear some CCR.. eesh.
I have a hard time understanding kinntucky men's accent.. I just kinda smile and nod. Although some of the girls have the cutest southun accents ever..
BTW: I am not allowed to give away anything. So even if you own the venue, bartend there, what the fuck ever.. ask TAIME!!! jeebus.. not to mention when they give shit away it takes away items I could be SELLING and makin a PERCENTAGE on. fuckers. so BITE ME. Buy something.
Then get a weird FB message from some dude who wants a shirt, and can apparently see my photo album thru a tagged friend.. weird.
weirder than the random requests I get from fans..
So some jackass decides to sit on my merch table. Trying to be nice, but get my point across, I say "Do you need a chair" "No, I like this spot right here" to which I respond "Well, your ass is on my merch table, and you need to move it"
Then the insane toothless biker tweeker woman.. who felt the need to haggle with me.. if you want to haggle go to the swapmeet and leave me alone. She leaves, then comes back and asks if I'm "pissed" because the shitty opening band is selling cd's for less than I am.. as if that would bother me?
Then the random dude who asks "what I'm doing" and when I respond with a blank stare and "selling t shirts" he proceeds to ask "what t shirts" as if he cant see the giant chain link fence lit up like xmas behind me.. then tells me I'm cute.Poor Ace, I've already had to claim he's my bf three times tonight just to get the weirdos to leave.
After a few more weirdos, and another meet and greet, we finally head back to the hotel for some much needed sleep... bedtime.
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