We had a really good time at the Monday parades and got up at 5a.m. to roll out early (don't ask). Right as we were rolling up on the bridge we saw Zulu rolling from the Convention Center parking lot, pretty cool.

The ride home consisted of me being pissed about having to drive first, even though I didn't have to be back, rain, hail and a lot of singing ridiculous songs.

I won't say it was easier travelling with 3 people instead of two, but it did lead to a couple of hilarious situations. I doubt we'll do it again for a bit, but who knows.

We left Columbia sometime in the a.m., around 9, I think.
We didn't have to be in Birmingham until midnight, but
how do you not figure in problems?

We rolled into town at about 10 and proceeded to hanging
out with the bartender and a couple of nice fellows who
were the only inhabitants of the bar.

They were very concerned when we got out of the car and
stood outside for a while. Guess that's damned
suspicious behavior in Birmingham on a Monday night.
Also, I guess anyone who stands outside on a 55 degree
night in Alabama is obviously a degenerate.

We went on around midnight to a small, but highly appreciative
crowd.  Marty rolled in and hung out for the first set. We did a
one condenser mic set-up and it sounded suprisingly good.

After the second set we hung out for a little bit and then started
loading things into the car. A homeless man in a wheelchair rolled
by and started to ask us for money. He then stopped and said"Oh,
you guys are musicians". He didn't ask us for money again. I guess
everyone knows musicians are broke.

We loaded up, said our good-byes and headed for Bradenton.
that's only another 10 hours from Birmingham.

We are definitely looking forward to getting back to Marty's though
always a good time.

We made the run down to Knoxville on Wed. Oct. 3 and played the Well again. Everybody there is so extremely nice and laid-back.
We have had a great time both times there.

We played with Glossary, very cool band, they did a SlobberBone cover.
I am informed that in Texas, SlobberBone are as big as Tupelo, etc.
I however, had not thought of them in years.

We ran into a place called Sessions in Greensboro, NC, the next night.
I drove all night over the mountains in Tennessee and North Carolina
and we arrived in Greensboro at about 6 a.m., not that fun.

Sessions was a cool little place and people seemed to like us, I believe we'll head back there in the early spring. Lots of craft beer, lots of coffee.

Shakori Hills was a good time, as usual.
Brock slept in a puddle.