Yesterday seemed like the longest day ever.  After sleeping off and on a
bit and after we had some deli sandwiches, Rusty and Pat went to pick up
Johnny Echols from the airport.  When they got back Pat took us all out
to eat at a Mexican resteraunt.  I think it was called Guapos or
something like that.  The food was fantastic.  I had a steak tostada
with their house dressing.  Good stuff.

After we got back (we picked up some Stella Artois to take back to Pat's
place) Johnny, Pat, Pat's wife, Kate and their son Bren all hit the hay
while Rusty, Daddyo and myself messed around with guitars in the
basement.  Rusty was showing me the chords to Abbey Road and I took the
opportunity to show him the chords to Larry Calton's "Room 335" while
Daddyo was pissing himself silly watching Nirvana vs Rick Astley on
YouTube (Never gonna give up your Teen Spirit).

Gave Hannah a call, as she'd gone shopping back in LA and was long
overdue, as things have been a bit crazy in our world with the move and
now the tour.  Went to bed about midnite, as we have to get up early
Tuesday for an interview with the Washington Post.  BTW, looks like the
Virginia show at the Birchmeire is being moved by the promoter to a more
"Rock" club called the Velvet Lounge or something like that.

Blogging from DC

Mike Randle

sixtyeightpercent@yahoo.com (For contacting Baby Lemonade)