6/14/03

Louisiana is the dumb construction state, we spent an hour stuck in traffic in the middle of nowhere on the interstate, because they decided to paint a line on the shoulder, I hate to say it, but if there happens to be a big long (7 mile long) group of cars trying to go faster than 1 MPH and all you happen to be doing is painting a line on the shoulder, you need to stop and let us pass, because we are angry and will drive through your precious line obscuring it so sleep deprived drunken gamblers will run off the road and into the swamp, eliminating your much needed casino income as to offset the ever increasing price of Mardi Gras beads that will inevitably end up on a powerline next to a pair of shoes that I hope were stolen from the governor, or something like that. Long drives have made us kind of loopy.

The show was Rockin, there were 2 of them, they were fun and loose, loose in the good way, Ian's voice had that whiskey and cigarette vibe, at moments sounding like a male Tracy Chapman with a fast car if he smoked, upper respiratory infection blues, not as clear and high, but smooth like KOOL and Makers Mark. I need to thank my friend Stephanie for going out of her way to get a power adapter for Ian's computer, she rocks harder than Engelbert Humperdink. I met Jill's twin sister Judi, who is 8 minutes older than Jill, so how old would Jill be if she was traveling on a train headed for Chicago at 37.3 Mph and her sister Judi was drinking Margaritas on a space ship headed for Glaxo at 1 AU an hour on their birthday, which of course I don't know what day that is. The answer is the younger one.

I saw a funny thing, hair care products named Phytospecific, I bet their website doesn't have mindless gibberish like this.

C.D.