As Your Manager...

The past 4 days we have been in San Luis Obispo and Goleta. We have a lot to write, so we have structured the blog in a way that separates the trip into different events written by all three of us. Being serious blognerds, we pride ourselves over this kind of clarity and organization.

Our first show was at The Clubhouse in San Luis Obispo and me and Mark were one act of about 7 that night, so we played only a few songs. The owner then asked us to come back to do a full show on Friday. We remained calm to show him that he asking us this was standard, but later I showed an unacceptable amount of excitement. That night we stayed at a friend of Mark's house, where we watched Step it Up 2. Simply genius. The next day we practiced all afternoon before a show that night at a coffeehouse called Linnaeas. Scotty played with us for about 5 of the songs, and it added a New Jersey flare that shocked the coastal listeners. We met a pair of friends who enjoyed the music, and they invited us to stay at their house. Before we did that, we went to Woodstock's Pizza for drinks. Chico's Woodstock's is much better. Scott will continue..

-Pat

It is an understatment to say that we met a pair of friends. We met two of the funniest and friendliest people that I have encountered in quite some. Immediately, we found ourselves in a perilously humourous position, sitting on a strange roof in a strange neighborhood with some of us smoking Chinese cigarettes. It was an absolutely great time. After a late night of stories and outlandish cartoons, it was time to pick our sleeping spaces. Pat lost in both odds and evens and rock, paper, scissors, and was "forced" to occupy a sleep area known as "the nook." The nook (from the foolish outsider) appears as to be a mess of blankets and dust, but in actuality, Pat described it as a sanctuary of sleep heaven. I slept on a small blow up pad and snapped pictures of cranky late-night Mark (He's putting pressure on me to delete this comment, growing ever crankier while he stands over me). I was thrilled to have gotten to play with Pat and Mark at Linnea's and we carried that over into a great show on Friday night at the Clubhouse. We ended with the rip-roaring "That's all I have to say about that" and we had the pleasure of hanging out with all of our new friends after the show. The evening seemed to be normal (which is a relative term for this tour) until Pat tapped me on the shoulder and asked for my shoe...Mark will continue.

-scott

Late one evening after our show at the Clubhouse we found ourselves at the bar. A night of free drinks led to the inevitable quoting of Old Greg. In honor of Greg himself, Pat asked Scott for his shoe and ordered a shot of Baileys....the rest is history. Later on in the week we got totally lucky and were able to book a one night stay at the classy Bacara Resort, just north of Santa Barbara, free of charge. Thanks to a family connection to Honda. We literally lived like kings for about a day and a half, it was glorious. We met an owl named Bubba, ate classy foods, drank classy drinks, wore classy robes, and did other assorted classy things. It was a lovely change from the Motel 6 in Isla Vista the night before. On Saturday we had a show in the small coastal town of Grover Beach. Then we drove back to my house in LA and relaxed. Great week.

-mark