The second I enter the van to start our tour I feel a little goofy. As we enter Omaha I know something has gone afoul w/ my body. Yep. I’m sick. First day of the tour. The touring gods are laughing at me.
We get to the Pizza Shoppe Collective and are informed that no opening band was booked because the person that booked our show no longer works there. We play to two people and I have to press my mouth against the mic to keep from puking. ROCK N ROLL!! It’s gotta get better than this.
Thanks to Ben for putting us up for the night.