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To Liz Ekstrom and Brit Miller, the only two people who read my blogs on a regular basis. I apologize for my lack of posts. Minimal internet on tour so far.

We are in Texarkana, Texas right now. Ill give you one guess to figure out why its named this. Answer= its part in Texas and part in Arkansas. Clevvveerrr.

Fast food twice today. BK for lunch, McDs for dinner. They are wreaking absolute havoc on my body right now. I apologize for any noises and smells to everyone in the band tonight. Theres literally nothing I can do about it. I mean, yeah I can hold it…but that ain’t no fun. Plus, everyone enjoys their own brand.

Me and brendan need new guitars. We tune our guitars more than we play songs. If any guitar gear geek knows what we should do, please please let us know. The sound of silence between songs is awkward as hell.  The only sound of silence I enjoy is the not so frequent breaks from snoring from brendan….or dave…..or ryan.  As hard of a time I have sleeping during snoring, Brendan’s snoring is very impressive. Even with ear plugs, it sounds like hes oinking in my ear. Touche bren…touche.

Carter quit the mustache growing contest (that he started btw) which leave me and Dave. Unfortunately, Dave is all that is man…
-Dave once ordered a Big Mac at Wendy’s….and got one.
-Dave whipes his butt with sand paper.
-Dave is the only reason why Waldo is hiding.
-Dave found Carmen San Diego.
-Dave destroyed the periodic table, because Dave only recognizes the element of surprise.
-Dave will never have a heart attack. His heart isn’t nearly foolish enough to attack him.
-Dave can set an ant on fire…at night.
-Dave can touch MC Hammer. (no homo)

So, needless to say, this is going to have to be an underdog win. This is going to have to be a Larry Bird style comeback.

At least I’m in a close 2nd.

We’re off to Houston tomorrow, and I just found out that the state of Texas has the most views and plays on our myspace, so there better be some wicked boss shows these next few days. I’m going ape if theres not.

Thanks for reading my blog. I hope I didnt waste your time.

Currently:
Listening To: The Avett Brothers- I and Love and You
Reading: The Brothers Bulger- Howie Carr
Punching: Brendan in the Face
Sleeping: On a hotel bed by myself. yut yut yut yut yut
Thinking About: How much I love the celtics
Wishing for: germs to non-exist.

I love  most of you

Sheadog.

They mean go to Phoenix, Arizona.

I have literally never felt more miserable due to heat than I was today. Its 9:30 and its still 100 degrees out. Although we have all had some great fun in the west coast the last few days, I would pay all of the 550 dollars I have to get the hell out of here.

Venting aside, we really did have an awesome time the last few days out in the west coast. We got into California about a week ago and the second we crossed the boarder we went to this fast food restaurant called In-N-Out Burger and let me tell you, you will never get a better fast food meal than at this place. Nice, heft burgs. Fresh cut fries, cut from nice taters right before your eyes. I will miss you In-N-Out. 

The next day we went to Santa Monica which is exactly what us east coasters picture what california is like. Massive homes, beautiful beach and boardwalk. Although I hate the beach almost more than this heat in Pheonix, it was an absolutely fantastic area of Cali. We played in El Centro which is pretty much mini Mexico. After the show, all 20 of us from The Gallery, Goodnight Caulfield, and Showbread sardined ourselves in a radio station right near the venue. At about 2 in the morning Josh Dies from Showbread led us in a great Bible Study which ended in some pretty narly B.H.’s. Let me know if you want to know what that is, it is not SheaBrennanBlog appropriate. Yada Yada Yada, now were in hell, arizona. 

We make our way to Alburquerque, New Mexico tonight which is like a 7 hour trip-aka we will not sleep tonight. I have no idea what to expect of New Mexico, probably because its the least talked about state in all of America, but iI do know that is a 13 hour trip to our next show after that, and that will rreally make or break me staying in this band past missouri.

Just kidding.

I hope you are all enjoying yourselves wherever you are cause we would die to be anywhere else right now. haha.

Viva la LARRY BIRD.

The second we crossed into Washington today, our van started to smell like rotten eggs. Bad news. With a help from our buddy Nick from Goodnight Caulfied, we put some more water in the battery and started it up and it seemed like we fixed it.

We did not.

This morning as we started the car to pull out and leave TomFest (which is the stupidest festival on the entire earth, run by absolute morons) it refused to start up. After trying to charge up the battery and jump it with three different cars, we decided we needed to buy a new battery. While half of the guys were gone buying the new battery, me, Brendan, and Carter were confronted my Mr. Tomfest himself, Ben (#1 moron), and told we needed to leave the premisice within 45 minutes. [ let me add in here that we had previously been treated terribly by nearly every individual at Tomfest, so needless to say we were not happy with them. Also, after Ben told us that since we were "Just standing around doing nothing, you might as well pick up some trash". Obviously we refused. Back to my story..] Apparently Ben did not completely understand that when a car battery is dead, it cannot move. He then began to go absolutly nuts on just me, because I decided to calmly state my opinions of his stupid, moron-run festival,  and not clean up the trash that he obviously didnt want to pick up because he was having too much fun in his moron-run golf cart. Keep in mind that this is a “Christian” festival. Mr. Tomfest then began to call me (earmuffs for the small kids) an “asshole” and that I “needed to keep my mouth shut”. He then told us that we were never welcome back at Tomfest which was completely fine because we made it very clear that we werent planning on coming to see the worst bands on the face of the earth next year anyway.

Luckily we met some really cool kids this morning that helped us out as much as they could, honeslty representing what a real Christian should be and act like.

Sitting at a Panera now, trying to digest the massive amount of soup, salad, and breadsticks (that we thought was 5 dollars, its actually 8 a person. bummer.)  at olive garden that I just inhaled. We leave for Portland, Oregon in a few hours to pick up our buddy Tom Courtney who will be playing piano/organ, tamborine, and acoustic guitar for the rest of the tour. 

Miss you all, keep in touch.

“By this, all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another” -John 13.35. 

Practice what you preach, Tomfest employees.