Leaving San Diego was a bittersweet goodbye: the gigs sucked, but the town is killer. Anyhow, we leave at around 11pm so we can get through LA as quickly as possible. Even at midnight, there is a lot of traffic. By around 2am, we stop to sleep at a rest stop somewhere near Sacramento.
We make it into Sacramento around lunchtime and find the venue--a Boba tea bar (they had really good calimari, according to Nate). I think the average age of all the performers that evening, excluding us, was 16. The promoter, Andre, was super cool, even though monitors would have been nice. We got to use the free wi-fi at the Boba Bar and I believe I posted a quick note on Rocksquawk from there. They were also kind enough to let me change into my pajamas, wash my face, and brush my teeth there...the rest stops in Northern California had proven to be really cold and bug-infested. We leave Sacramento late at night with a little bit of money and make our way up to Weed, a six-hour drive.
I don't even know what time it was when we pulled into the rest stop between Sacramento and Weed, but it was really humid. We were fogging up the windows in the suburban, so everyone cracked a window to let in some fresh air. When we woke up the next morning, there were mosquitos EVERYWHERE. The were buzzing around our heads, hanging from the ceiling, and sucking our blood from every exposed inch of flesh. Jon and I woke up first and within about half an hour had probably killed at least 25-30 mosquitos, each one filled with blood. It was creepy. They were all over Joe, who had fallen asleep with out socks or a shirt on. Jon remembers looking at the ceiling above Joe's head and seeing half a dozen very satisfied looking mosquitos hanging out up there. I got out to use the bathroom and stretch. There were black widows in every stall. I had the choice of washing my hands in the sink full of baby spiders or crickets. Then I sat outside to read and eat cookies for breakfast. Only a few hours more and we'd be sleeping in beds and eating warm food.
