Monday, February 17, 2014

My Last Foray

Wednesday, October 9
Rev Room
Little Rock, Arkansas

I'm so blessed to have so much at home that makes leaving (for the last time) this hard. So so blessed.

Cupcakes and coffee for breakfast make for a very good day.

Pretty Little Rock


Leopold and His Fiction -- Such a great band. Seriously check them out. Really cool guys, too.

There's one in every crowd.

Plastic pants guarantee multiple new suitors each time i suction my big butt into them.  Also, can you tell how hard I work?

 Everyone here has the same accent as me and I hate it.

 "Have you ever gave a horse a pill?!"-- Seriously, I could write a book of all the things I overhear.
Love this pic.

"Omg, he's playing Nirvana!" Yes, yes he is.
Thursday, October 10
Birmingham, Alabama

I took lots of pictures this day because we spent most of it stuck in the parking lot of the Rev Room cause our bus broke. If you're keeping up, then yes, broken buses are a trend. A terrible, bad trend. 


Friday, October 11
Day Off

Birmingham/Savannah, Georgia

We spent this lovely day off outside of Birmingham doing guess what?! Getting the bus fixed! So after a wonderful whirlwind taxi ride across the outskirts of the city in search of a post office, after a lovely wake up of Shirtless Rick yelling words I've never even heard before as he tried to turn the bus sans power steering, we ended up at this lovely establishment. 

In the amount of time I've spent at tire/repair shops while on tour, I could have actually done something productive with my life

Oh the irony of choosing this seat in the bar under which I ate my cheeseburger.

Thank goodness for snap chats and the sweetest boy in the world :)

 I'm in Savannah-- Where's Paula Deen?

The GFY's. Pretty cool kids, even if they are yankees.

So I went to Savannah, a city I've always wanted to go to, and all I did was eat at Waffle House. This is basically a definition of the negative side of being on tour. 

I think this is what you call a mutiny.
Waffle House tastes even better after you sit in the middle of an Almost Famous style meltdown. Actually I would have eaten anything just to get off that bus. Just so happens waffles and hashbrowns with gravy are my favvvvvvv.

Saturday, October 12
Tybee Island Pirate Festival
Tybee Island, Georgia

Waking up to this does not suck. Not one bit.
 I love the beach. I would never leave the sun and the sand if I didn't have to. So you better believe my big butt bought and over-priced bikini and towel and planted myself by the ocean for as many hours as I could.


Ok, if I wouldn't have been alone it would have been much more Heaven-like.

Oh, ya know, just some pirates washing up on the beach.

Pirates and pirate festivals. I don't know what to even think of this. I think I love it though.

Pirates. Arrgh.

Fireworks on the beach!

Apparently I took one picture of the last show of the tour and it was this terribly blurry one. Fitting, I guess. 

"The beach...It's just like a human size litter box."

So after the show was over, one of the guys and I decided to go adventuring. We met up with this lovely couple who I had met at the merch table. They bought Waylon's old tour bus, and we made friends. Here we begin the photo shoot. I'd like to point out that Matt took at least 25 of each picture every single time, so this is just a selection of the best ones.  

This woman was wild and hilarious and I loved her.

Sweet little lady also took multiples of EVERYTHING.

Seriously, this is only a fourth of the pictures we took

The mother f'in Tybee Island Pirate Fest. This is picture number one.

This is picture 10. That is not an exaggeration.

There was a point to this. I forgot it. But there was a point.

I couldn't go to a pirate festival and not get a picture with a pirate. Or 30 pictures with the same pirate. Nbd.

There are literally 30 copies of this same picture still on my phone.

He looked like a real pirate! He was super nice. I pretended he was Johnny Depp. He was not.

One of these pirates is not like the other.
Sunday, October 13
Georgia Guidestones

If youve never heard of the Georgia Guidestones, you should look them up. Super interesting.

This road wasn't really tour-bus friendly.

Pizza Hut. Taco Bell. Combination Pizza Hut Taco Bell.

Thank you, Shooter for bringing this little gem into my life. 

I'm a child, I will deny this none.

If this song was a video, the soundtrack would be Shirtless Rick singing Elton John songs. All of them. LOUDLY.
 One of the first shows we did, one of the boys made a tiki sign "magically" appear on the bus. Same boy made an orange cone appear after one of the last shows. Ahh, full circle.

Uses for "borrowed" orange cones: 

1. hat

2. Foot prop

3. Computer charger cord warning

And then, in the typical style of the last few months of touring, the bus broke so we spent hours and hours in the parking lot of this gas station, somewhere near Manchester, Tennessee. Then we took a super fun 15 passenger van ride back to Nashville, followed by a super fun 2 hour drive for me in my car to home. It was not a fun day. We made the best of it, but it was not fun.