Getting to Dallas

Next time I drive from Los Angeles to Austin, I won't be stopping in Casa Grande, Arizona. I pulled in at 3am to find a hotel room, but none were available at the three hotels I checked. I finally found a Holiday Inn miles from the exit and was informed by the night clerk (who had no fingers on his right hand [only a thumb!!]) that we were in Mountain Time, so it was actually 4am. And that none of the other hotels had rooms available because the town was having the annual "Balloon Twisters Convention." Neat. Fortunately he didn't see that my military i.d. had expired 7 years ago, and he gave me the military rate. Maybe I should've told him I twist balloons and tried to get the Balloon Twisters rate.

The next day was 14 hours of driving to Austin. Followed by throwing my remaining possessions into storage.

Today was hours of rehearsing. There's a very good article about our tour in the Austin newspaper here. The guy accompanying Kristy and me on the tour is a delightful gentleman named Dylan Sneed. Please listen to his music here. In the picture on the webpage, he's playing music in a bar. I am actually sitting in that bar at this exact moment, writing this. Dylan is about to go on stage and play a show. Also neat. It was wonderful to learn, upon meeting him, that he is in fact a nice individual. I will be spending the next two nights on the floor of a spare bedroom in his house, then the next 65 days very close to him. Thank god he's nice. And pretty cool hygienically.

Is this boring? It's weird to write about yourself this much and try to act like people are interested. But I figured I could post some pictures on here for people to see, and it would save me from writing numerous emails thanking god that Dylan is nice and hygienically cool.