Day 29 - April 9th 2009
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Ugggghhhhhh
That was my first thought as I woke up with the sorest throat I’d had in a while. I check the back and I see a white spot. Sometimes I’ll get food stuck back there and it’ll turn into this weird stinky mucus thing. I usually use a qtip to get it out. When I attempted I realized it wasn’t moving. Then I saw more of them…Geeze they’re everywhere. I noticed the general crappy feeling. It can’t be a hangover because I only had two beers and a shot last night. I’m warm, I’m achy, damnit, I’m sick and the white spots can only mean one thing. Strep throat.
My parents worst fears came to life. Their son who quit his job with health insurance gets sick on the road. So I do what any son with good sense does, I called home. Mom was able to get a hold of my doctor and the prescription was gonna be filled in Des Moines Iowa a few blocks from the club we were supposed to play at.
We leave Fargo around noon still sharing all the strange and wonderful stories from the night before. Fargo truly is a helluva town. I’m praying for them because they’ve got a flood coming and I hope they pull through. As a musician one wonders what he can do when bad things like this happen. I must say that I have a slight affection for the coldest place I’ve ever been in my life.
We’re driving, and all of a sudden I feel a rumbling in my stomach, the bad kind. It’s quite apparent in about 5 seconds that I have to shit like nobody’s business. I motion to Pete that we need to make a stop. He passes by the exit and apologizes immediately. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been with these guys forever, you bond with people when you are on top of them for so long, to the point where sometimes I forget that I didn’t even know these guys a month ago. It’s a testament to their inclusiveness. Through it all I’ve grown to love them like family.
We go off the road into this town that resembled something out of the old west. “This looks like a place where people get shot in the street, where’s the saloon?” I didn’t care. I had to poop. We find a Gas Station and I very comically run inside (I was hunched over fearing I would shat myself) it was an epic poop.
We get back on the road and hit a bunch of traffic in Minnesota we finally get free and Rodrigo gets off of the road in order to stop for Gas and pee. Then I hear a sound, I don’t know anything about cars but I could kind of tell that it was a bad sound. Then the car stops moving…crap. We cut it off and restart it...nothing. It’s obvious that something has gone horribly wrong. We then thought that if we pushed it maybe it would start like Daniel’s mom’s car in the Karate Kid…nothing doing. We were able to push it off of the ramp and onto the side of the road. Someone called Triple A, Rod and Zach went to get transmission fluid, and I had to pee so I went to the bathroom.
Upon my return I saw a cop with a dog in the back and a cop questioning one of my band mates. All I could think of is I hope we’re not goin to jail, I am to small and pretty and will be passed around like a carton of cigarettes. They seemed to be assisting us. Then the cop drops a bomb
Cop: Everything looks in order
Alex: Thank you for all your help
Cop: No Problem
Alex: So where are we exactly
Cop: Clear Lake, Iowa where the music died.
Alex: Come again?
Cop: Yeah where Buddy holly’s plane crashed.
So um you mean to tell me our van breaks down where the music died? Great! Funny how everything balances itself out. The sheer joy of the past three days damn near negated by the van breaking down.
We looked up and realized that there was food, hotels, and what not where we broke down and when the Triple A guy got there he told us that a Chevy dealership was two blocks down. Thankfully the Lord looks after babies and fools. We were able to find a Microtel Inn who were amazing. Extremely accommodating, They had a mattress in the window seal so that was gonna be my spot. It was surprisingly comfortable. We watched a little TV I was a bit delirious cause of the strep and decided to go to a Perkins.
I was sitting at the table with Alex, Rod, Zach, and Dan and we were discussing the possibility that everyone was being so nice in this little stretch of Iowa because they were gonna kill us and eat us. Rod mentioned that he wanted to be played by Billy Crudup from the Watchmen. As the waitress came up and stood there for a minute I said “Did his cock have to be out the whole movie?!” Everyone around me was shocked. I’m sick, tired and frustrated and felt the need to amuse myself. I thought it was funny as hell. I thought the guys reprimanding me for it was even funnier especially cause they made such a big deal out of it. I know we’re in Iowa but I’m sure she’s heard the word cock.
I went back to the hotel to news of stormy weather with the clubs that I’m booking. Hopefully I can retify everything when I get back but I’m too sick to worry about it now. I’m going to bed. I have to call Dad tomorrow. It’s Good Friday and he’s preaching.
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