so ron and i rolled up from eugene to seattle in record time, making a stop at pike place so that ron could break his habit of only eating vegetables. fried fish, fried potatoes and a coke — note that he turned the label away from the camera when taking the picture. but i’ll tell you, it was a coca cola and the tartar sauce was kraft. now where’s my money?

the show was tits of course. seattle, we’re so into you. especially mimi woul only wants to play in the northwest from now on. shout outs to the assholes in the balcony who made for perfect cannon fodder and our girl v who was so kind to say i’m the ian kevin curtis of our generation, no matter what happens nothing can change that now.

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anyway, after party in the Shout Out Louds’ tour bus led way to tape faces and ridiculous drunkenness. hot dogs on the sidewalks and football in the streets. then ron disappeared, leaving mimi and me to fend for ourselves at 4am, getting lost driving to his parents house where we were staying. i gave up and said we should sleep in the car on the side of the road. mimi said no way and so as i slept in the passenger seat she eventually found the house. thanks for nothing gps, etc. the kicker to the story is that once we got there we couldn’t get the garage door to open and had to sleep in the car anyway. there’s more to it than than but i’m not going to tell you about all that.