We left California and drove through the Mojave desert yesterday to meet up with the Grown Children last night in LAS VEGAS. Played the final night of the Neon Reverb Fest at The Bunkhouse. WGG went on first to a small, but enthusiastic crowd. But by the time Jared and the crew went on the house had filled up. They put on a great show as usual. Folks loved em! All the locals at the venue were really nice peeps and very excited about us Portland music kids. All in all a good show!
Hotel rooms were full of cockroaches and mystery stains. Go figure...it is Vegas after all. We hit the strip for a bit before becoming slightly overwhelmed and disgusted. Emma doubled her money at the roulette table though...I was totally confused as usual. Games like that tend to baffle me. Bad with numbers.
Today is our off day. Spent it driving across Arizona. Cops questioned us and had me show them our gear before we crossed the Hoover Damn. They told me we should play country music. I suppose it was that I was so confused by the incident that I accidentally slammed my thumb in the door. Ouch.
Found out Eric hates dams. Not sure if its because of the ecological disturbances or the fact we had to wait in traffic for 2 hours to cross one...he's just a dam hater. Found out Emily would kill Dave Thomas, fuck Orville Redenbacher, and marry The Colonel. Very illuminating band conversations. Checked into the Sleepy Bear's Den room of the traveler's lodge to drink vodka and cut each other's hair. Tomorrow night AMARILLO!