I know everyone's gone through like six beards since these photos were taken but here they are. We've been back in the studio and looking at all these dirty and beautiful memories makes me really excited to finish the record and get back out on that sweet road!!!!!

i think this was in philly. oh my boys are so cute all lined up!
then we took our requisite portraits in the dirty hallway.






Joachim and Robert from Rooney

why i'm not signing his butt is a mystery to me.


i just love this picture

then we got philly cheesesteaks cause that's what you do. but we went to pat's not this horrible place. do not go to gino's! they had all this racist shit all over the windows which was really really the most horrible thing I've ever seen..

this is so gross. the nice man with no teeth at pat's told me my veggie cheesesteak would be great and he forced me to get the cheese whiz, but it was disgusting and made my body sad for a few days. but Philly, I still love you.

everyone else got meat of course.


This was the Omni, downtown in Pitsburgh which was definitely possibly maybe my favorite show of the tour just cause there was a magical feeling in the air. maybe it had something to do with the fact that we stayed at the nicest hotel in the world thanks to priceline, and we drank martinis. I'd never been to Pittsburgh before and I loved it. I got into a cab and went shopping by myself and had such a great day--it was raining and green and beautiful with all the bridges and rivers and rolling hills and old houses. Pitsburgh is my kind of town.

these are all backstage.


jared and nora

our whiskey was full of fruit flies.

rock'n'roll brotha! but i don't know where this is.


this is in toledo ohio. rooney is a pretty good looking band. and i love them.

some of us and some of the hush sound in toledo too!

dreamboat robert from rooney...

our last show with rooney in urbana, IL. boo hoo

in ann arbor we of course ate sandwiches from zingermans and the boys and i had a spa day at the hotel. then it thundered and lightninged like crazy--sheets of water just falling from the sky. i wish it would do that here in l.a. but then all the hills would fall down and the roads would fall apart and everyone would die.

then we sweat and played spin the bottle in the sauna.
somewhere in illinois we had our first trailer problem. this man and his daughter came to start our van and fix the problem. I thought this was really cute but all the boys were making dirty jokes in the car. but actually this is the most dangerous thing I've ever seen.

we went back to his shop which was across the street from a mine. jared played guitar, the little girl ran around in the junkyard, and the man fixed our van. it was quite a scene. they were so awesome. thank you nice man and little girl--we love you!

on the road up to chicago.

this may look like the beach but it's really a lake! you people are crazy!!!

after our last show in milwaukee i asked for wieners and kirby gave me some! but then i got in trouble so i had to take the picture down.

We played at the coolest place ever called the eagles club. it was so fucking nuts. it used to be a men's club, in the 30's and then people died in the pools which are underground so they shut it down for a while. it is so enormous it's like resident evil. crazy corridors and barricaded rooms and ghosts, and then the best backstage i've ever been in in my life. it went on and on and there were tapestries hung everywhere and lava lamps and comfortable couches. it was like a dream.

these were some girls after the show that just looked so beautiful i asked if i could take a picture of them

from the very top of the building in this scary scary little room you could see the ambassador hotel where jeffery dahmer did his thing.

there was also a ballroom at the top that fit 6000 people. it was sooo huge and there was a bat flying around and this eerie loud white noise sound. this is joachim toking mad bowls with some guy.

outside with the hush sound and friends

then we traded in our fucked trailer for another one. dragging flightcases up and down the streets of chicago in the summer is really fun and is part of the glamour that is tour.

the following day we busted our first tire on our trailer, so we waited in the middle of the fly filled corn fields in Iowa.

see?

for some reason i don't have a picture of the second time our wheel fell off in nebraska, but it happened. these nice people started screaming and waving at us as we were driving down the highway and it completely freaked me out. I tought maybe we were on fire or a child was hanging off the back of the van or something. but no, just a wheel had fallen off. we drove into north platt and i ate a nasty taco and watched jared load everything into our third trailer.at a gas station we saw this flyer (on the left) in the middle of this land (on the right). i wonder how/where these girls party. i'd like to go.

it's funny that when we get to denver i feel like i'm alsmost home.



somewhere outside of l.a. we decided to have one last hurrah and i got everyone sparks at a gas station. there's no other feeling quite like powering a sparks while hurtling through the inland emipre, knowing that that night you will be in your own bed and that tour is actually over.

Oh my god. So a few days ago i wrote this piece of shit blog for hours and hours and then my computer froze and i lost the whole thing. Bare with me while I try and get my groove back...
Since we've been home I've sunk into the usual depression and my insomnia has returned with a vengence but thank god i have a whole bunch of lorezepams, that sweet nectar of the gods, though after a while even those stop working. And there's nothing good on tv these days. And I can't find my net flix videos to send back. Although did you guys see "tell me you love me"? Because um...well it's really crazy-they show balls and stuff like that, and I kind of wish it was on every night.
Anyway, I don't mean to get all heavy on you guys because this is supposed to be my party tour blog and not my how-depressed-i-get-when-i-come-home-blog. Which is already getting better with the help of a corona and soy dream mint chip sandwich.

This tour (which was with Rooney and the Hush Sound who we love and had the best time with, by the way) was all about high-rolling. And by high rolling I mean everyone slept in a bed every night, we never slept in someone's house we didn't know, and we even drank some really good martinis! We pricelined the shit out of some hotels, and let me tell you, there is an Omni hotel in Pitsburgh that wins wars. Oh my God! I just remembered my dream last night! I dreamt about the Swiss Hotel in Chicago! I've never dreamt about a fancy hotel before. I tried to post blogs on the road, but since I was high-rolling it made me really lazy to get my computer out of the van, and we soundchecked and then played really early so i had to start drinking even earlier that usual...so, you know...
Okay, I'll use my pictures to help jog my memory...


Driving accross the burning desert like we've done a thousand times before!

here that desert is again

this is sound check at our first destination, Springfield, Missouri. Right before we left, I was listening to npr and they were like, Springfield, Missouri is experiencing the most insane heatwave with 100% humidity so if you are in a van and you're driving there, you should definitely turn around. That show was like playing in a swimming pool. I sweat so much I was inhaling it up my nose and choking on it the entire time. But even though it was so hot and we didn't get to party at the farm house (you can see that on the last tour blog) the show was still really fun and that town will always have a special place in my heart.

This is John Kirby's hand. He came with us to play keyboards and he is my new muse. I left this egg sanwich in the van, and i guess Kirby thought it was gross considering it was like 123 degrees, so he dumped it. i thought the picture came out beautifully

here he is again!

after the show everyone started taking their clothes off in the parking lot.

ben

kirby

this is kirby and christo (who did sound on the tour). They sat behind me and whipered dirty things into my ear the whole time.

this is our halfway marker

my big idea on this tour was to take pictures of everone who worked in all the gas stations because you get quite an assortment. Everything from hot little blonds in Wisconson, to some really not so hot people, to old people...
but I was too shy to ask so nora did, and she took this ladies picture which got me inspired but when i asked someone they of course said no because i come of like a mumbling wierdo so i never tried again.

legs for days!

this was in Boston, after our first show with the Hush Sound. After shows we like to hug and rub all our sweat all over each other. When you live in filth sometimes you have to just embrace it. Like when everyone is sleeping and tooting in the van and theres flies all over you because the fucking summer is filled with flies and humidity, and everyone stinks that much more, you just have to breathe in and say, ahhh i love this path i have chosen!
Everytime we go to Boston I never really get to see any of it which makes me sad. However, Christo's mom owns a pizza place called My Big Fat Greek Pizza (cause she's Greek), and she gave us the most amazing food which was really needed after eating out of gas stations for a week. My gas station menu these days consists of string cheese, peanut butter granola bars, and the new xxx vitamin water even though it gives me a stomach ache if i drink the whle thing.

The next day we drove to New York. Yipeeee!!!! I love Irving Plaza with all my heart, and before the show i walked around the streets of manhattan with my new top hat on, fatasizing that we were the headliners that night and let me tell you, I was just unstoppable.
This is Joachim with our friend Jamie's (aka Captain Girl of the Trilambs) lover's dog, max.

this is the only picture of the show. It was sooooo fun. Rooney and the Hush Sound have the best fans. it was my favorite new york show we've ever played

the best part about playing ny is going fucking crazy afterwards. Here we are backstage with our friends max and cptain girl getting the party started

yay!

i know that i'm really peaking when I'm taking pictures of myself girating and smoking in the mirror.

yes

after we were nice and loaded we went out into the crowd to dance and sign body parts.

me signing shit like i was fucking anglena jolie!
captain girl got a hold of some boys


and more boys

okay. this is the best picture i think i have ever taken in my life. that's jared's head in the foreground. this is the the most perfect reflection of my mind.

heading south to Asbury Park, NJ

We played at the legendary Stone Pony, which is this crazy dive on the Jersey shore. Asbury Park is definitely the spookiest place we've ever played. You know on the Soprano's when Tony has those reocurring dreams where he's on this abandoned boardwalk? Well I think this was that place. There were all these old casinos that were crumbling to the ground, and abandoned houses and, well,it definitely didn't have the joie de vivre of a beach town like in the real oc.
My favorite part of the show was the awesome staff who worked there, and eating pizza and trying to ge the boys to take their pants off backstage.

i always know at least one of them will

when you're bored you do things like put your band pass on your crotch. at least the staff appreciated it.

that night ben went swimming and someone else did it in the bushes.

in the morning i dragged everyone back to the boardwalk so i could put my feet in the atlantic. in jersey you have to pay to go to the beach which i think should be illegal.

a delapidated casino

and another one
I have to take a break now, bit there's still a LOT more! I love you guys!

So I'm sitting in band rehearsal right now and Jared and Joachim are doing something technical and so Ben said I should write a blog because we cancelled a bunch of shows and we never said why or what we're doing. But let me tell you we are doing a LOT! We've been writing up a storm for our next record and I've been experiencing my own personal renaissance which involves a lot of wine and candles my piano and me just loving life. And these wonderful new songs we've been recording with the most amazing producer whose name is Mike Elizondo (he produced Maroon 5, Fiona Apple, 50 Cent, and Rilo Kiley's record that's about to come out). Our new stuff does not sound anything like these people, but it does sound fucking awesome. My friend Amir who has a way with words said it is "not subtle" and "raunchy", but I think it's witty and then also sensitive and sweet. I wish so bad I could put these songs up but I am not allowed to by the powers that be. Anyway, my new thing is I hate going out and having to talk to people and I hate the internet but I still love my blog and as long as I don't wander away from our myspace page for too long, I'm happy.
So that's my update. I miss you guys but we will come out of hiding soon.
Love, Juliette

All I've been doing since I got home is sitting my lazy ass on the couch and watching A Baby story on TLC and all those home makeover shows. What I need to do is get my ass back into my Bally's aerobics class (no joke!). I've always wanted MTV to do that show about me--you know that diary show--and they would come with me to Bally's and I would explain how you can't sing and rock on stage unless you're on drugs or in shape or both and then we would go to my aerobics class and they would film me and all the homeless people doing aerobics. Okay, they're not all homeless, there are some old ladies who know the routines like so perfectly, and then there are quite a few people who just do their own routine and just twirl around over and over. You know those people?

Anyway, I don't know what to wear tomorrow (we're playing at the Roxy guys!), so I'm just not going to think about it and watch top design even though it sucks. Has anyone else but me heard the theme song to that show because it is insane. And I was thinking how I never posted the last batch of pictures from tour. My sister did have another baby so I have been a little distracted, but I thought this would be the perfect oportunity cause I'm sick and and bored of being sick. On another note I wanted to do a sxsw blog but I was too lazy to charge my camera the entire time, so just picture me really hungover like almost to puking and then cursing sxsw a lot. It's like a fashion show for bands there--everyone is skinnier, has better hair, better time slots, and better jeans than you. And that's it.




A hot air ballon! I, however would never get in one though because I'm afraid of dying.

Arkansas!!!!

Ben bought this at a gas station in...Arkansas!!!

At that same gas station this was in the bathroom

we see a sunset every day on tour...

This was in Springfield, Missouri where we had the best time ever. First we had the best show, then everyone told us we were going the stay at "the farmhouse" and that they were all coming too, so we drove out to this generations-old farmhouse with the most enormous seesaw I've ever seen (although everyone kept calling it a teeter totter--what do you guys say?). I think it was made out of a telephone pole and I don't know why no one builds on out here. I think Silverlake should erect one somewhere...


they also had a fire pit (it was craaazy windy)

this was our room--we slept really cozy by a fire and I decided that that is how I want to fall asleep every night. But I don't. Instead I make my way through my shanty town of clothes to my mattress on the floor, with my curtains taped to the wall, and thirty-five different paint colors on the wall (I just couldn't decide) and I take a bunch of sleeping pills and pray for sleep.

Jared and Nora went at it again in the morning.

This was the wonderful family we sayed with. I can't believe that even with a baby they went to sleep somewhere else and let us have the place all to ourselves. And then in the morning I heard them arrive really early and I went to take a whiz (it was like soooo early in the morning) and I walked into the kitchen and Kunti (the mom who actually grew up in L.A.) was breast feeding her baby by a wood burning stove and her partner in life Joe was making coffee and it was fucking snowing outside. And we were in this like hundred and something year old farm house that had been in Joe's family for generations. It was the most perfect picture I've ever seen and I felt so bad for my dirty presence hobbling through their beauty. So anyway they were so generous and I send them a thousand thank yous.

here is more parts of the farmhouse

and more

then we went to breakfast at this awesome place where Willie Nelson used to wash dishes and this was the menu

this was the grossest pizza I've ever eaten in some shit ass bar in some godforsaken place on the worst night ever outside of St. Louis.

Here we are in Columbia, MO. The best thing about Jared is that whenever I ask him to show me his wiener, he does. The next picture was the money shot but Jared said I couldn't put it on the blog even though I thought it looked great. (Notice how Ben is shielding his eyes but Joachim is totally ready for whatever's about to come out of there.)

I can't remember where this is but it sure is pretty

I love this note--I think someone gave it to us in Lawrence, Kansas

finally we got a marquee in Boulder

and a backstage.

this is Ben getting ready for a jacuzzi with his boys in Boulder

oh, and here are the boys

I'll end with this beautiful picture which I believe was taken driving from Boulder to Denver. And from what I can recall, Denver was a blast, and I bought the most beautiful dress there too.

Hope you Angelenos can come to the Roxy tomorrow. Sweet dreams!
Love,
Juliette

I have a zit the size of Wyoming on my face. And I cried the other day in a bathroom stall. Not because of the zit but because sometimes I like to cry, and then I like to look in the mirror. Even the life of the party has her bad days. But behemoth and I are going to make the best of it.

Today I'm feeling better, though. We're driving through the back country of Arkansas and it is pretty real. Every house has like 500 cars parked in front of it, and Ben just bought a fluorescent orange hat that says, "If it flies, it dies."
So after spending a night in our own homes we saddled up again and drove to Flagstaff. Shani joined us in the van for a few days so the vibe was overflowing with peace and love. We played at the Hotel Monte Vista which is such a cool place, and it is one of the most haunted hotels in the country! Apparently a guy robbed a bank, got shot on the way out, and then went to the Monte Vista for a drink and died there on a bar stool. I love that shit. I love the wild west!!! I wish I was in the wild west. And Flagstaff totally looks like the wild west. Who knew? The only reference I had for Flagstaff was from National Lampoons vacation when they leave the dead grandma at her house. They also gave us our own band room to sleep in at the hotel, which was very kind of them, but it kind of felt more like that-family-died-in-here-so-we-can't-rent-it-out-anymore-room. But it was funny to sleep in bunkbeds. And it was even more hilarious to drink the lukewarm desert tap water out of the faucet. Did you know there's fecal matter in city tap water?
People are drunks in Flagstaff. Ben warned me, but these people were the drunkest I've seen so far. Girls were falling down in the bathroom, and one girl borrowed my hairspray (aqua net never fails to create a sensation in the ladies room), and then told me how she couldn't wait to take a huge diarrhea. I gathered my things as fast as possible.
Then I was carrying my bags through the bar to my room and this guy behind me says, "can ah help ya carry yer bags, miss" and I said no thank you and then turned to find a bum with long scraggley hair and no teeth laughing at me and he said "ah was jus fuckin with you, ah would never help you carry shit!" and then he walked away laughing hysterically. All in all though, we had a great show and it was really fun.

Touring in the winter is a little different deal. It's fucking freezing. After a day off where we did as little as possible, we drove to Phoenix to play (which basically just felt like playing in Phoenix on a Monday) and then took a little road north to start the drive to Tulsa and it was sooo incredibly beautiful. I had no idea Arizona could be so awesome (except I knew about Sedona). It was really mountainous and thick with cacti in the most beautiful green colors. As we drove higher into the mountains it started seriously snowing and it basically hasn't stopped since. I really didn't know it snowed so much in New Mexico or that it snowed in Arkansas.
We finally made the 900 mile drive to Tulsa, and though we were pretty exhausted and kind of spaced out, everyone at the Mooch and Burn made us feel really welcome and got us drunk as quickly as possible. And then at like two in the morning I insisted that we do more shots which we really did not need and then Joachim threw up the next day. And he never throws up—it's usually me puking. Although Ben puked a few times in New York—but I am proud to say as far as tour goes I haven't puked since Santa Cruz like a year ago when I begged Joachim to spend the night in the bathroom with me because I said if he didn't I would be dead in the morning.
But anyway, Tulsa was really fun (even though the club was so cold you could see your breath) and the nicest guy Garrett from the band Ghosts that played with us took us to a waffle house and then let us sleep over. I'd never been to a waffle house but I'd always wondered about them because they're everywhere and I like waffles, but aside from the d..cor which I totally vibed on, my waffle was not so spectacular. And Ben got the craziest hunk of meat I've ever seen—even Garrett said he shouldn't eat it. And then Jared fell out of his chair. That happened to me once—you know when you go to pick something up off the floor and then you and your chair just completely fall over onto the floor?
Garrett's house was pretty rad--he has a lot of crazy shit in that house and even put on a robot costume for us when we got there. Garrett—we love you!!!
Everyone is so nice here. Girls actually make conversation in the bathroom. Totally crazy!! I'm used to avoiding any eye contact with anyone I don't know. It's hard for me to get used to—like in Little Rock last night, after we played, all these people with their amazing southern accents came up to us and said so many nice things and my first instinct is always that they're making fun of me, and then I realize they're not. And then I love them. At Juanita's in Little Rock they were so nice, they gave us dinner and beer, and then when we asked if we could sleep over they said yes! So we camped out and got cozy backstage. I actually slept really well. The only weird thing was that earlier in the night I found a hippie asleep in a chair in our dressing room and later our to-go food had been rifled through. That is the second time on tour that my food has been stolen (the first time being in Marquette when I put our band pizzas by the door and then they were gone and I started screaming "someone stole my pizzas" and then the door guy said he would find them and he went running down the street and then he came back with two guys and our half eaten pizzas and they said "we only ate a couple pieces"). I always worry about someone taking our computers but it's really our food they're after.

Right now everyone is talking about how I snore. Actually, they're saying it's only once in a while in little sexy bits. See how much you learn about yourself on tour?
Love,
Juliette
p.s. I smashed my cell phone while in a rage so if anyone needs to get in touch with me you can call Joachim or Jared or Ben or Nora.
p.s.s nora and shani took a lot of these pictures too!!!

these first pics are kind of old but this is me sleeping in eugene

a bicyclist getting pulled over in Eugene

this is how we play cards

i don't remember where this is

this is where arnie hangs out. that's a pretty sweet trailer too.

at old ironsides--that's ben and is sista

from l.a. to flagstaff

flagstaff-at the hotel monte vista (check out that head!)

joachim and shani

benny baby

i don't know who these girls are but they made their way into the bunk beds

phoenix

photo shoot in the spectacular desert


nora in the vast vast desert

jerry

pretty

pretty

pretty

flat

erie

shots with hiphopatamus

joachim totally does not mind when i do this--look how swirly my tongue is!

Ghosts

at the waffle house in tulsa

at garrett's house

this is the backstage where we slept in little rock

you took the words right out of my mouth, brother. (and the swastika lends a classy touch too)

this one is particularly profound

apparently there was an ice storm and it looked like this for miles and miles

Hey myspace--I'm really glad you guys gave the featured profile to The Fall OUt Boys! They've really been in need of some exposure and you guys are totally awesome to do it!
My life has become one constant, ever-changing public bathroom. Human beings are very adaptable—now I put my bare feet on public bathroom floors and I don't even think of the herpes, the staff infections, or the papiloma viruses that are all over it. Now I seek solace and comfort in bar bathrooms where I calmly change and put on makeup before a show, while a line of angry drunk girls wait outside. My has also become a constant, can you turn the air on,--I'm hot, can you turn it off, I'm cold, can you turn it on I'm hot—every five minutes.
But whatever.
So we did the unthinkable: we went home for a night. I kind of feel like we cheated or something, but our Reno show got canceled and we were heading down the central valley of our great state, planning on going to Arizona, when someone said, you know we're going to be really close to home—maybe we should stop there and sleep for free. So we did! It kind of freaked us out a little but some people had to get their lay on. I took a really long shower (and I admit I washed my hair but it had been two weeks that I hadn't and Joachim said it smelled like cinnamon buns!) ordered pasta, watched my tivoed 24 (which I hate to say is sucking this season except for the first 1 or 2), took a sleeping pill and slept on the most magical, peaceful cloud of lorezepam—it was the the kind of sleep where your alarm goes off and you don't know where you are or what that sound is. Now we're in the van again getting carsick and heading into the Mojave. Jared loves tailgating. Like serious tailgating where people get really mad at you. Everyone drives like their personality: Jared is a very impatient driver, Ben is very precise, Joachim is very whimsical, and I drive kind of just perfectly. Except lately I only feel inclined to drive when I'm really drunk. Like whopee! I'm so fucked up I'll drive us to this wierd guy's house to sleep!
But I should back up a bit. So the show in Portland sucked but Ben hung out with Quest Love from the Roots at our hotel—and he had even heard of us! Hey the Roots—how bout we open for you guys? No big deal—just an opening slot for a little while. Portland was also where we picked up our tour manager/girlfriend, Nora which made everyone really happy. Then we went to Olympia which was fun 'cause we'd never played there before, and at first I thought it was kind of rainy and dreary there, but then I realized Olympia loves to dance. We had a really fun show, and I want to get back there and get that dance party happening even crazier. Then we went to Seattle and played at the Sunset Tavern again, and the show was really fun and I got Really really drunk and the nicest guys ever who played before us in Viva Civillian, offered us basically our own house over looking Puget Sound to sleep in. You see, sometimes you really just luck out. I did find some astro glide near the bed I was sleeping in, but those kind of minor details you have to try and ignore. Just like the whiz on the public bathroom floor that you're standing on with your bare feet. We partied with them and there was a Black Crows video/movie on, and for some reason I was completely captivated by it. By the end of the night it was just me all alone, propped up in a 70s chaise, high out of my mind while polishing off budweisers and completely transfixed by Chris Robinson's dance moves. It's funny because their audience is just a bunch of clean-cut frat dudes.
Seattle is so beautiful and clean smelling.
The next day we went to Eugene to play for all the crazy people. I mean, we played for a lot of AWESOME people and a few crazies. What's great about Eugene is that people who would normally not be allowed to enter let alone stay, in a bar/venue, are totally allowed to hang out. One such guy was Conrad. He was Bob Dylan's, Tom Petty's, and Jim Morrisson's guitar player (Tom Petty even recorded a song about him), and that he replaced Ace Frehely in Kiss, and he talked about Hitler just a little too much. We decided to interview him and he asked for a release form to be faxed to his lawyer. Hopefully I can post this video soon. We had a great show, smoked some medical marijuana, and slept in a nice little cabin house occupied by some nice boys.
Then we drove all the way to Sacramento, where we had never played before and I was really happy to find that we had fans there. They are a rowdy bunch in central California and at times I thought they might be heckling me which almost never happens but when it does it makes me really really angry, so all I can really do while I'm singing is just stare at the heckler which makes them really uncomfortable and they don't know where to look which I think is funny. Cause they think I'm like on a tv or something and that I can't see them, but guess what? I can! And while there might have been only one or two, everyone else was dancing and having a great time. I think sometimes these guys just can't handle how awesome I am.
Love,
Juliette
p.s. Nora took like half of these pictures so thank you Nora!
eating breakfast at the doug fir in Portland. jared says it's rock and roll but i think i look close to death

playing cribbage over breakfast

more breakfast

at the sunset tavern in Seattle

ben backsage

we've been making super 8 movies!

we love you guys!

this is the family's house that we slept in. they had the best whiskey we've ever seen in that house

Joachim and Carmen San Diego really bonded

this was the view from our house

watching the black crows

ben on the roller

bedy by time

it looks so cold in this pisture

backstage in Olympia

one of our audience members

me doing i don't know what

our pretty little van

this is the best shit I've ever seen

actually this is the best shit I've ever seen

These are the crazy people we partied with in Eugene. The guy in the middle is Conrad

I am feeling really unfunny right now. I vowed this time around to update my blog either every day or every other day but the wi fi is hard to come by. We're sitting in a motel room right now and Ben and I are watching MTV 2 and since I try to abstain from popular culture as much as possible (except for every magazine ever published)whenever I do participate I am always shocked, even though in my mind I already know how much it sucks. My Chemical Romance can eat a dick right now.
Anyway, we headed up our great state of California on Friday which I'd like to refer to as the black Friday in Los Angeles. Do you guys remember that day? We were all packed up and on the westside, but we wanted to pick up this sleeping thing in Hollywood and it was like, well, like impossible. It took us three hours to get to the fucking Hollywood hills. Then we decided to go eat, and we finally got on the road around 8pm to head up to San Francisco. You could just feel everybody losing their minds in their cars and when we got to Poquito Mas in the valley, you could literally hear people screaming from the hilltops "It took me two fucking hours to get home!" And normally becuse I am an Angeleno for life I do not complain about traffic, but this was on a whole new level. I think a crane fell on the 405-right?
So though it was a very anti-climactic send off we finally got going, but the other sad thing was that Jared was really sick with the flu and he just kept repeating I'm going to die, I'm going to die from the backseat. There's nothing worse than being sick on tour. There is nothing more uncomfortable and hellish. And just plain gross for everyone else who has to breathe it in.
My goal on this tour is not to wash my hair the entire time—Jared says he was going to wear the same t-shirt the whole time but he's already changed like twice! I know that sounds gross but we're selling a lifestyle here. We slept at Ben's dad's house that night which is even more comfortable than sleeping in my own house, and immediately my attempt at being vegan on this tour went out the window. So now I'm back eating the cow and chicken discharge. I know vegetarianism went out with the 90s and it's really hot when girls looove raw meat, and it's even hotter when they talk about it, but I don't give two fucks.
California is huuuuge. It's a very long state. And man is it pretty. Do you guys realize that San Francisco is only like half way up? There's so much more after it. We played in Arcata and I loved it. This place called the Jambalaya gave us the best dinner we will have on this whole tour and the owner Rico and his wife let us stay at his house. I love California hippie towns. I love that hippies will never die. They only change and grow with each decade. They remind me that underneath it all, I am just a hippie. A dirty, dirty hippie. Best vibe ever.
The next night we played in Portland and it was not the best vibe ever. Although the shopping is (I have deemed Portland as the best shopping in the whole country and I must say that that is a serious title coming from me). We love that city so much and I just want it to be reciprocated. But maybe it will be like Chicago where the third time is the charm. I guess also it was super bowl Sunday or whatever which is annoying cause nobody really cares about the game, they just want to get drunk and fuck. Speaking of that, my nightmares have already started except this time instead of being about severed limbs and dying, they're weird scary naked sex dreams. Like naked celebrities and stuff. I won't go into a lot of detail because my parents and I think my Grandma read this, but I can't shake the feeling they give me all day. Chilling.
Here's what we've seen so far.
Love,
Juliette

Ben, Bronson and Joachim leaving Los Angeles


Jared rocking out at the Jambalaya! He has like a hundred degree fever in this picture. woo hoo! Thank you Chris for these photos--you can check out more at www.pbase.com/ctuite16/root





Sleeping in Arcata


Elk!!!

Ben and the Elk!!!

Redwoods are so magical! Like ancient animals!


Almost to Oregon




Rocking out in Portland

We stayed at the most awesome hotel called the Jpiter hotel in POrtland. It was like the Standard meets the Bigfoot Lodge. It's attached to the Doug Fir and next time we are definitely going to play there


Waking up in the sweet morning

Jared after a shower--not exactly selling the lifestyle that I'm envisioning

HERE ARE SOME AWESOME AWESOME PHOTOS FROM OUR VIPER ROOM SHOW ON JANUARY 30TH. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO CAME, WE WILL MISS ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL ANGELENOS WHILE WE'RE GONE! AND THANKS PAPA FOR THE PICS!

Tonight I'm getting a headstart on my new years resolutions and finishing my tour blog god damnit! these pictures have been sitting in my computer for far too long. since i can't really remember i'm going to post a ton of photos to help me remember.


the Scottish boy-child of Wachovia

i don't think i took this photo but i like it very much

drinking in atlanta. but i guess we drink everywhere.

Oh yes! we drove down to the south and i was so excited! palm trees and sweat--just like in all those slutty movies like palmetto and that one where denise richards and nieve cambell have a three way with matt dillon? it's so perfect to be writing about the south because i'm watching "a time to kill" right now and drinking a pacifico and trying not to get too drunk so i can stuff my face wih booze and drugs tomorrow--anyway i'm a sucker for sandy b. and in mississippi no less!


how cool are swamps? anyone ever seen southern comfort?

we played with the slits (yes the actual real live slits--well two of the OG members and a bunch of other girls) they are by far the craziest band we've ever played with and they looked like the hated each other. i only got to meet one of them but maybe that's okay because they kind of scared me. actually i think they scared everyone in there. those ladies do not fuck around.

when you drive through the country you get to see beautiful sights like this.

i ate this as soon as we got to new orleans and i wish i could eat one right now. oh new orleans how i love you! after hearing lots of different reports and being discouraged from going down there (we heard people were being shot everywhere and robbed) we are happy to report that people still live there and they need to be entertained too. and the french quarter is still going off, so everyone get your lazy asses down there! i know the french quarter is not the cool place for the locals to hang out, but i still want to get an apartment there one day and write novels and have affairs.

then we went to the very famous cafe du monde. i really wish i had those doughnut things right now

driving through the city these old cemeteries are just right there and they look crazy-cool


jared and i had a really romantic day and got mani's and pedi's together!

my roots are in new orleans--which along with the mexican thing is probably why i was born to eat shrimp poboys everyday, and i was so happy to get to see this plaque which is on a buliding in the french quarter that has my last name on it! it is a historical building which my ancestor pierre commagere built in 1784. crazy right? this place was only a block away from where we played--one eyed jacks--which was so beautiful--like an old burlesque club.

this was pierre's house

inside one eyed jacks

these are the most birds i've ever seen flying around together

by the mississippi river

the next day we drove...

i think one of my favorite feelings in the world is being cozy in the van during a beautiful sunset, driving through someplace i've never been.

at a gas station in texas. oh texas, i love you too!

we took more portraits in houston




this is my new friend juggy.

we had a little after party after the show

okay, here is one reason to love texas. the guys. they are really cute, dress well, wear cowboy boots, have sexy drawls, and dance like this.


i don't know why all my pictures end here because i know i took a bunch of desert ones. and i thought i took l.a. pictures too. i was excited to incorporate them into this tour blog landscape, like it was just another city on the road and not home--you know? but maybe i didn't take any--the last few days of tour were definitely the hardest. knowing home is so close is like torture. not to say that we weren't having an amazing time. i especially was still having an amazing time. my conclusion is that girls are more resiliant because by the end, i seemed to be the only really fucked up person in the van talking and talking and talking and talking and basically just having a ball. i would like to wrap this up in some great way, but really i'm just tired and want to go to sleep. i will say this though--our country is beautiful and glorious and i miss it already. there is so much to see and anyone who says different is an asshole.

happy new year everybody.
love,
juliette