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Im your daddy.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
5:44 PM

You know what folks, it was Sunday Morning and the rain was fallin. I should have known the 22nd of February was going to kick every other day's ass when that happened.

Sunday morning I flew to Oakland. Got in early. Early you say. Late you mean. No early. When does that happen? NEVER. Called Gilly and then was promptly picked up by her and her mom. Mom, who I love who talks more then anyone I know but educated me in the ways of Cali for two days straight. I felt like I was still at school. No jokes.

So we get to Gills house were the shirts to end all shirts were laying on her project table. The Pie Check shirts RULED. Granted they needed a little outlining help and a bit of white paint, but they were well on their way to what you will soon see when my pictures are developed. SO Pie Check shirts in hand and a Togos sandwich later (Dublin/Colin who works there is SEXY) and we are in the car and off to Fresno. About thirty minutes into the drive we pass a Regal IMAX and Gills mom launches into another story about Gill and winning tickets to advanced screenings through AOL etc etc etc and all of a sudden Im like Gill, you DO have the tickets right? And she covers her mouth and goes all pale and she is like SHIT, THE TICKETS. While this is happening Gills mom keeps saying your joking right, you have the tickets dont you, you have the tickets and I am like, OH MY HOLY FUCKING GOD I AM NEVER GOING TO SEE JOHN MAYER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE (even though I have already seen him once right) so we turn around, speed back to Concord, grab the tickets, someone pees and then we are off again. The entire trip ride there was filled with only that little trauma so it was all good. We worked on the Pie Check shirts and talked, well, Gills mom talked with a few words from us and we slept and ate candies and it was like Heaven with the interior of a Honda that smelled like paint. SO, we are forced to do our make up and change in the car because of time constraints and we get dropped off EXACTLY at 7:00, half an hour before the show. Perfect timing. We got to our seats and these CRAZY John Mayer girls were already there. They had been there since 11:00 trying to meet John and they kept asking us if we liked Scotty better or John and if we had ever met either and blah blah blah. They were crazy. One of them almost fainted when John started into St. Patricks Day and another one was like crying when John sang "February should have been mine Val-en-tine" I was like give me a god damn break. At least they were short. I didnt have any problems seeing over them. So we kept a look out for Scotty but never saw him and the show started with the insanely wonderful and hot all over Maroon5. They were like BAM! They played for a good 45 minutes, all my favorite songs and they swore and they rocked out and they got it on with each other. I couldn't have asked for more. So, then, lights up again, drunk people all around with beer in their hands and STILL no Scotty. So, John comes out and things just get insane. I dont know if something was in the water (rain) or if it was just because I was finally there and they all knew how cool I was but the show freaking rocked. Like, not like, oh the show was a lot of fun or like the show was amazing, it was like the show was the most amazing fun and energizing spectacular musical experience in the ENTIRE WORLD. I dance like nobody was watching, though I am sure most were, and I sang and I fucked up the words to Why Georgia and the boys were having SO much fun. Scotty Crowe came out during St Patricks day and played the Guitar and Bells which was fucking funny. People switched Guitars, John dedicated Daughters to 4 New York City Sluts (he went off on how Sex and the City was just rationalizing sluts) and he made up some new words to songs, played Covered in Rain which hasn't been played all tour and we got to hear Humming Bird. All in all I DARE anyone else to come up with a more impressive set list this entire tour. Seriously.
After all the insaneness Gill and I bought Road Stage Fan Spring Tour shirts and made our way home with a little Wendys on the side. Wonderful. I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night...

Monday was all sad because I had just gotten there and then I just had to leave but I had a little Jamba Juice which was like a party in my mouth and then it was back to the Air Ports see it all the time, Where someone's last goodbye, Blends in with someone's sigh, Cause someone's coming home...
My next two flights were early again and I really had no idea what was going on. INSANE.

I would like to say a quick thanks to Southwest Airlines, Gillians wonderful mother, Gillian in the flesh, John, Scotty, Delah, David Ryan Harris, Onree, J3, Lovejoy, JJ and the Unstoppable Chad for making my weekend/Monday the shit.
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