Zima is coming back. Not sure what to
make of that.
Wheels up in an hour. Seattle to
Denver, then Denver to New Orleans. There's no way in heck I'm not
getting buzzed on this flight. We book a lot of flights on Southwest
because they don't charge for checked bags, and in return for the
steady business they keep us rolling in drink coupons. Drinking on
an airplane is probably the closest I'll ever get to knowing what
it's like to be Don Draper.
Not to mention that I'm celebrating.
The first time we came to the west
coast, our last show was in Seattle. It was at the end of a long
tour, and we had two shows opening for the Rebirth Brass Band, and we
drove home the morning after the second one. We were planning on
stopping twice, but then we just kind of... Went for it.
We drove the whole way non-stop. It took about forty hours. We rotated drivers, slept on
the bench seats in our big Chevrolet van, brushed our teeth and
changed clothes in gas stations, and ate a lot of tacos. It was
glorious. It was stupid.
I can't believe Mardi Gras is happening
right now. It seems so far away, but I know it is real. I'll have a
day or two to recover when I get home, and then, just like that,
we'll be in the thick of it. It's also going to be the first year in
quite some time that The Revivalists don't have a show. We'll be
doing some side gigs around town, though. More on that later.
It's been a good tour. There's a lot
swimming around in my head right now, but the B terminal at Sea-Tac
Airport doesn't make for an ideal workspace
Also, Andrew very astutely pointed out
that I should have called this an "epiblogue.”