the san francisco treat

the becky move-in experience was lovely. a 7 a.m. flight to the coast, a crappy chevy malibu and some gigantic roads later we were sitting in her new apartment. it was nice. we dressed it all up like home and went to bed. then we partyed like it was 1999 on saturday. word from the wise. if you have legs like mine, don't try walking around san francisco. sheesh!! it's like you're mountain climbing.

we had a great dinner, made fun of jasper jones, and fell asleep on the train ride home. all in all it was wonderful. what memories are made of. now i'm just trying to understand why she won't answer her phone in willowbrook when i call.

the day's moving slow. last wednesday we a rockin benefit in the lovely town of urbana and i was talking with toby of the red hot valentines. apparently he's down with the straigh legged kick crew. those slk kids are such rockstars. we;re playing another show at the canopy in urbana this wednesday, but it will be without me. i wish i could sneak down in disguise to see the show. I always wonder whether we just look like asses or really, really big asses when we play.

rock out.