so it fucking started like this...  and forgive the misspelings and bad grammer...  i just don't care.

anyway, from the pep boys commercial that you see on our site you get the gist. 

our van broke down 45 minutes outside of nyc on the way to pittsburgh.  shit was mad real at the applebees as the towtruck driver brought us to pep boys.  in three hours time it was all good and we rushed to make it to pittsburgh, just in time(10 pm), to get right on stage and play.  at this point "the gales" have already played three really shitty shows(i say this cause they played them without us, i bet they played great, but we were already missing them since we knew they were in the states without us).  the feeling of seeing our good friends and the feeling of being able to make a show we thought we weren't going to play made us play the best ever.  out of the van onto the stage and adrenaline  all worked out.  and the gales were the best ever, according to us.  and the dirty faces rocked the house, too.  robert losed his black shopping bag with his lyrics and "jumper" whcih i will address later.  but, over all goodtimes were had.  party at julie chill's place was a success and breakfast with kathy's sister was also a goodtime. 

the next day was off to philadelphia which we played an amazing place in fishtown called "johnny brendas".  highlight was getting lost and asking a tollboth lady where fishtown was and her responce was "FISHTOWN?????".   but, anyway, we met up with our good friend jesse trbovich and had an actual deli tray backstage(a big moment in the v.l. history).  the place was an amazing ballroom and, unlike pittsburgh where there were about 200 people, we had a good crowd of 30 people.  still really good treatment and very excited to play there again.  got to meet the amazing mumble who we later got a photo op with in boston.  the drive seemed really hard on the nightingales, a whole 7 hours, but fuck yeah it's not england. 

next was providence where andy and i quoted the piece "providence" made famous by the rock and or roll band sonic youth.  people were really strange in providence, i mean really strange.  like the guy that wandered up and asked robert if he was getting some pussy tonight.  oh and the guy mumbling gibberish and, i guess, singing some song at the top of his lungs while we were loading out.  total david lynch scene.  the club was an art space and actually really nice.  by this point we were still on and played a great show(we need the tapes adam).  drove back after the show and almost died.  fun getting home at 5 am and going to work the next day.  matt, from the gales, came along with us cause he wanted a head start on nyc.  he stayed with us through the rest of our dates and learned a lot about american television. 

i called off the next day and mat and i went to kathy's and i showed matt alot of dave chappelle.  it was so fucking cold that day that i felt bad that i couldn't show matt any of the city.  but, kathy's house was good enough cause i watched tv, with kathy, and matt got to talk to poppy over myspace.  the gales played with the affair, that night, at cakeshop.  but, this was just time killing until then.  i got the bag, that robert losted, that day expressed mailed from dc josh.  well, as i said, the black bag i got wasn't robert's.  it was a duffel bag filled with women's clothing, tampoons, condoms, about 300 dollars worth of heroin, needles, 30 ecstacy pills and such.  goodtimes worrying about going to jail for sending drugs throught the mail.  and possibly the best tour story.  left it all at cakeshop and it was gone the next day... 

i'll think of more and write the rest of the fun later...