With the exception of Las Vegas, I generally dislike the desert. Bright sun, hot air, nothing to look at... I can understand why people take peyote out here. At least there's something to look at.
So after the Ft. Worth gig, which was slightly insane with the fans and groupie types crowding around the bus long after the show, we began the 18 hr trek to Tucson, AZ with the promise of another of day to do laundry and rest before the trip up the west coast. About 8am EST (which my body is still accustomed to) I wake in a pool of my own sweat. The light in my bunk does not work and the AC is off. I search the bus to discover that ALL power is off. The thermostats were reading 85 degrees in the bus and with no circulation in the bunk area of 12 guys who haven't showered in a few days, I'll leave the description of smell to your imagination.
Long story short, I get the driver to throw the switch that he had inadvertently bumped several hours earlier in the night to get the electricity flowing to all of the electronics AND air conditioners and began the process of cooling down and airing out the bus. A stop at Wendy's for breakfast and a nice BM and we were back on our way.
Fast forward another 8 hours and we finally arrive in Tucson. Where in Tucson? Who fucking knows?!?!?! There are no laundry facilities available, only one restaurant which is the shitty hotel restaurant and a 12 hour wait until our 6 am bus call to drive to San Diego. Life on the road is so fucking glamorous, no?
There are only five days left in this tour and then it's off to the homestead to get reacquainted with my Mrs. and little one before taking off on my next adventure which has yet to reveal itself.
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