It's funny.
Right about now, past moments from this tour are actually turning into distant memories. Even as I sit here now, I glance over to the table to see the June issue of GQ that we stole from some espresso bar in Charlottetown PEI. They played chill music there and had a great wireless signal. The girls working were all good looking, and they had a lot of classic rock posters on the walls. That's one of a thousand memories.
Usually at this point of trips this length, two things happen: you realize how much you miss home, and how much you'll miss it out here.
The other night we were walking home from Pogue Fado, only to realize that we were way, way of course. Most of the cabs had been taken because it was already late on a busy night. Our feet hurt from walking so far and we were all bellyaching at the fact. Right around that time, we realized how good life was at that moment. There I was, walking the streets of Halifax with two of my best friends, on tour playing rock shows across Canada. Around that point we sucked it up and walked to McD's, where we ate McLobsters. They're pretty much a crime against seafood.
The trip has been awesome, and I'm glad to have to narrating it along the way. I largely write these stories here simply to catalogue what's happened, so that one day I can look back and say "Oh yeaaaaa...", yet I hope you enjoy the read as well.
We leave Halifax for home tomorrow morning.
Right about now, past moments from this tour are actually turning into distant memories. Even as I sit here now, I glance over to the table to see the June issue of GQ that we stole from some espresso bar in Charlottetown PEI. They played chill music there and had a great wireless signal. The girls working were all good looking, and they had a lot of classic rock posters on the walls. That's one of a thousand memories.
Usually at this point of trips this length, two things happen: you realize how much you miss home, and how much you'll miss it out here.
The other night we were walking home from Pogue Fado, only to realize that we were way, way of course. Most of the cabs had been taken because it was already late on a busy night. Our feet hurt from walking so far and we were all bellyaching at the fact. Right around that time, we realized how good life was at that moment. There I was, walking the streets of Halifax with two of my best friends, on tour playing rock shows across Canada. Around that point we sucked it up and walked to McD's, where we ate McLobsters. They're pretty much a crime against seafood.
The trip has been awesome, and I'm glad to have to narrating it along the way. I largely write these stories here simply to catalogue what's happened, so that one day I can look back and say "Oh yeaaaaa...", yet I hope you enjoy the read as well.
We leave Halifax for home tomorrow morning.
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