I've always wanted to go on the road and I got my first taste of it a couple weekends ago. I went with Chris Cavanaugh and his band to Ft. Wayne, Indiana. It was four crazy guys and me traveling a total of fourteen hours. I already knew Chris and Rich so I figured the other two bandmates would be fun too. Let me attest to the fact, that after fourteen hours, the book "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" couldn't be more accurate. And.... I only read the first and last page! We hit the road Saturday morning at 8:15 a.m. sharp! Just for the record (ye who is always ten minutes late) was there at 8 a.m. sharp. The only thing I've ever been on time for in my life was fishing with Grandpa because if you weren't ready when he was, you weren't going! As we started our journey up the road (trailer of band equipment in tow), I could feel it kick in. Yep, the urge to pee! I waited about an hour before spitting out the words "I need to stop!" I didn't know how four guys who were in a hurry to get to our destination would react to my announcement, but evidently I wasn't the only one that had to go. Thank you, Jesus! Coversation is certainly different in a suburban filled with four guys and one girl than it is with just all girls. We covered such topics as food, Chuck Norris, sex, a LOT of technical band talk that I'll never understand, the future of Chris Cavanaugh, food, and more Chuck Norris. Here are a few quotes from the Chuck Morris book I overheard on the trip.........
Chuck Norris smashes cans over his forehead... GARBAGE CANS!
Bigfoot owns a grainy video of Chuck Norris.
Every night before going to sleep the boogie man checks underneath his bed for Chuck Norris.
I heard hundreds of these jokes. Some just plain stupid, some right down raunchy, and some so hilarious I could barely contain myself.
By the time we made it to the "Neon Armadillo" (gotta love the name), I was ready to get out and stretch. The venue felt like something from the movie "Road House" - minus the knives and pool tables. The band set up while I set up the merchandise. I was ready to sell sell sell some swag for Chris.
We then headed across the street to the hotel. Sleeping arrangements are always a bit weird when a girl tags along, but we quickly solved THAT problem! Woman/me = big bed all to myself. Two men = snuggle time. haha. Sometimes being a woman has its rewards. What didn't sound rewarding was the fact that we were only going to be staying at the hotel for a total of four hours after the show. Now that's not getting your money's worth! As Willie sings, we needed to get "On the Road Again." Chris and his band put on an awesome set with a great turn out. I also sold quite a bit of swag and was happy with the job I did for my first time.
I must say that the trip back was fairly uneventful. There was a lot of sleeping from passengers, including myself. However, the best and funniest part of the trip took place about half way back to Nashville. While inside one of the gas stations, I was trying to find Chris to see if we had time to jaunt over to McD's for a quick lunch. Once I got the go ahead, I started to spread the word only to find one of the band members in the processing of getting a hot dog. I tried my hardest to get to him before he dropped the hot dog in the bun, but it was too late. The damage had been done and the look on his face said it all. He quickly and carefully grabbed the dog with the tongs and slipped it back in the rotator case. The bun went to the garbage and out the door we went to McD's. One of those moments where you just had to be there.
I'm looking forward to my next adventure on the road!
Chuck Norris smashes cans over his forehead... GARBAGE CANS!
Bigfoot owns a grainy video of Chuck Norris.
Every night before going to sleep the boogie man checks underneath his bed for Chuck Norris.
I heard hundreds of these jokes. Some just plain stupid, some right down raunchy, and some so hilarious I could barely contain myself.
By the time we made it to the "Neon Armadillo" (gotta love the name), I was ready to get out and stretch. The venue felt like something from the movie "Road House" - minus the knives and pool tables. The band set up while I set up the merchandise. I was ready to sell sell sell some swag for Chris.
We then headed across the street to the hotel. Sleeping arrangements are always a bit weird when a girl tags along, but we quickly solved THAT problem! Woman/me = big bed all to myself. Two men = snuggle time. haha. Sometimes being a woman has its rewards. What didn't sound rewarding was the fact that we were only going to be staying at the hotel for a total of four hours after the show. Now that's not getting your money's worth! As Willie sings, we needed to get "On the Road Again." Chris and his band put on an awesome set with a great turn out. I also sold quite a bit of swag and was happy with the job I did for my first time.
I must say that the trip back was fairly uneventful. There was a lot of sleeping from passengers, including myself. However, the best and funniest part of the trip took place about half way back to Nashville. While inside one of the gas stations, I was trying to find Chris to see if we had time to jaunt over to McD's for a quick lunch. Once I got the go ahead, I started to spread the word only to find one of the band members in the processing of getting a hot dog. I tried my hardest to get to him before he dropped the hot dog in the bun, but it was too late. The damage had been done and the look on his face said it all. He quickly and carefully grabbed the dog with the tongs and slipped it back in the rotator case. The bun went to the garbage and out the door we went to McD's. One of those moments where you just had to be there.
I'm looking forward to my next adventure on the road!
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