Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
I’m so stressed out, and pissed off at the people who booked our tour. We’re about to leave Rome for five shows, and won’t be back here until the show at Sonica on the 10th. We don’t have a van, we have a car, and because of that, we can’t bring our suitcases or even our guitar cases. We’re going to be strolling into these clubs with our guitars in our hands. We don’t get hotels because we have to save money to pay off the exorbitantly-priced airline tickets. Which we were forced to buy at the last minute because we were waiting to find out when U.S. Maple was going to be done with the van we were going to use… which we can’t even use anymore. Because the guy doesn’t feel it’s necessary, because we don’t have a drummer. But… we don’t have room for our fucking suitcases or guitar cases. If we have a place to stay, we have to bring our stuff in multiple miniature bags… one for the music cables/guitar tuner/stand/etc., one for 5 days worth of my clothes, one for Ryan’s clothes, one for my bathroom junk and makeup, one for my electronics junk so I can use my computer, another one for the T-shirts which we STILL haven’t sold, etc. etc. Hopefully all these little bags will fit in the car better than our suitcases would have.