Nothing more to say

Yesterday was weird. The night before I went to bed thinking I was going to wake up late and do nothing half the day, and maybe see a movie.

Instead, I was woken up at 11:30am by someone banging on my window. It was Jason, because the band had gotten home and they needed to get in the house. All of a sudden my house was full of eight people, including four british guys who comprise Chucky No Stars, who WAS has been touring with. They had a show in Clarksville, a podunk town in north Georgia, so I decided that hey why not go because I am doing nothing else. It turned out to be kind of a strange and random day. The reason for recent happenings became perfectly clear to me, and it turns out that people here who think they know the real story actually have no idea at all.

Anyway.


So Clint decided to pull the RV into the venue parking lot so they could unload their stuff. The driveway was fairly steep and we saw cars bottoming out on it earlier but no one really thought anything of it. I stood behind the RV as he was pulling it in and saw the bumper get really close to the ground, and then the trailer hitch dug a two foot long trail into the street. And then...he got stuck.



It doesn't really look so bad from that angle. But look at the rear:



I suppose it's a good thing that the RV got stuck where it did, because the back end would have seriously got messed up if he could have kept going.

So then we had to call a tow truck to winch it out--a tow truck that turned out to be about three hours late. And then the show wasn't that great because the acoustics of that place sucked bad. But eh, what are you gonna do.


Masquerade tonight. Be there, or be a loser. Forget Weezer, they aren't that great and it's going to rain anyway. So there.