Panda in the dark since everyone’s trying to sleep. Maybe if Arizona didn’t suck so much hairy ball sack and it wasn’t pouring rain I’d have gotten the picture I wanted. Oh well. Panda and I are almost home. No complaints there.
Panda keeping me company in the back of the van as we leave Texas. Would have taken a better picture had I not slept all day. This little guy is one of the only things making me feel better right about now. Being sick is usually pretty lame, but being sick while on tour is absolutely awful. :(
My band snores louder and with more vigor than any three dudes I’ve ever known. Holy fuck. Sometimes I think they’re joking.
David’s attempt at being a total creep, volunteering for the Florida Panda picture. This is in front of the house we’ve been crashing at all weekend. Big thanks to Blaine and Andrew for being so accommodating. The Fest was incredible and we’re all pretty bummed to be leaving, but next stop is New Orleans. So there’s that.
I just saw Hot Water Music and The Bouncing Souls for the first time. In fact, I saw them share the stage and each other’s instruments to play Gone, Wayfarer, True Believers and Trusty Chords. In short: screw Disneyland. The Fest is the happiest place on earth.