November 11, 2002
on the road to Pensacola
It seems like a month since this began but at the same time it all blurs together like one day. The process develops it’s own rhythm after a couple days, which is why days off seem to throw everything off. We wake up early and load things into the van and hit the road. We are due at the venue every day at 4pm, we load in and set up just as Amy and Emily start soundcheck. Then we soundcheck, then we head down to eat the catering. We play at 8, then rush the stuff off stage. I head out to the lobby to meet people. Then it’s backstage to be ready to do “Kid Fears” during their set. Then we sit around for a long time after the show to settle up merch stuff and get paid. Then we drive to the hotel, crash, and wake up to do it again.
Today will be the roughest since tonight we’ll just be driving up immediately after the show. It’s an eight hour drive from Pensacola to Atlanta. Part of me dreads it but another part of me will be glad to leave immediately, because if it’s over I want to be home, and also I’d rather not have time to spend thinking about the fact that it’s over.
You guys won’t see this, probably, until I’m already home. Maybe it will sound strange, but if you’re reading this I can’t thank you enough. Because I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you. If you’re thinking that I don’t mean YOU, you’re wrong.
This has been the most surreal, amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.