I’m sitting inside the Gramophone In St. Louis right now, enjoying some great rock music and some, well, disgusting absynth. I mean, I really really want to drink it, but it tastes like black licorice and I hate black licorice. I am eager to find out how it affects me, but I’m such a seasoned drinker, we’ll just have to see. We’re also trying to drive tonight, so we have to be extra careful. Idunno, I don’t feel like being careful. Curtis drank his like a shot, so he’s down for the count already. Rachel may have to drive tonight.
Is it too Ernest Hemmingway of me to write while drinking this disgusting concoction? Mine’s mixed with champagne and I can still barely manage to allow it past my teeth. Indulge me…
As bizarre and tumultuous as this tour has been, I’m really sad that it’s over. I feel a real connection with the boys in The Story Changes. I love traveling. And now I regret that I spent so much time moping and not enjoying the sights and opportunities that this tour has offered. Wait, that’s not really true. I really have enjoyed the tour. Being in some great towns, meeting some great people, I hate to think that what I’ve expressed here might be interpreted as indicative of my general feelings while ON tour. I think I’ve already said that day to day, I’ve shared my more positive feelings. It’s mostly on this blog that I’ve revealed the more potentially sad sides of my perspective. That’s kind of what this blog has been for.
Idunno. The show is over now, so I need to get to work. Let’s just say that I have a choice as to how I want to look at this stuff. For now I’m choosing the positive.
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