We've been meaning to do a quick 'day in the life of this particular touring band' and thought what better day than everyone's favorite holiday? (unless you are a child & Christmas still holds more promise & offers better loot.) The ladies can be scandalous, the fellas can be creatively perverse or crossdress (some better than others - Rhett, you did very well), we all can include bone-rattling & blood-drinking & flesh-eating into our activities - everybody wins!

So, we wake up at noon after a thoroughly satisfying & enjoyable pre-Halloween night with our friends (great musicians & all-around excellent guys) Spoonholster at Vault Venue in Stillwater OK, home of the Oklahoma State cowboys (after years of living a couple of blocks from Ohio Stadium, it's the other OSU). I eat rice chex with weird frozen-then-thawed milk from our thermostatless fridge (which we regulate by turning it off & on strategically) and start the tv-watching process becuase i have a bizarre love of televised sports (some childhood dad/grandpa-cowboys/cubs connection? I have no idea, I just know it's there): turn on the generator, crank up & power the antenea, do a channel scan for this specific city, & catch college football on a local station's co-opting of the SEC network. David hot glues my headpiece for my Halloween costume, I engage in miscellaneous cat care & cleaning up; and we walk to Burger King (because this is THE BK we go to - after our 1st Stillwater show, we got the RV stuck so deep in mud during a torrential offroad afterparty that AAA had to come find us and dig us out (3 cheers for top-of-the-line AAA-RV! Well, maybe only one cheer, because of the 3 times we've been stranded & had to call, they've only helped us once - but 1 big m-f'n cheer!) and at 11am, when we finally drug ourselves, muddy and exhausted, back onto solid ground, we sought out some quick & easy sustenance at that very BK, and wouldn't you know, in our sorry state, as we're standing in line, we hear 'hey, aren't you guys Lollipop Factory?' we commemorate this moment with a return trip every time we're in Stillwater. It's like our living scrapbook.)  We watch the parking lot fill up w tailgaters (big game vs Texas tonight, stadium right up the street!). One couple drives up in the most ancient car I've ever seen (like, this car probably spent its early days surrounded by horses) with 'Go Pokes!' painted on the rear.  It's joined by mostly red pickups. I sort of want to go to the game. We walk back & road-ready the RV (drop the antennae, stow the generator, hand crank the levelers, bungee the cupboard closed, stop the bathroom door open, close the roof hatches, clear tables/counters/flatten belongings, stow the TV, check tire pressure & oil, secure cats in carriers, plug destination into GPS) and drive to Wichita. It's a really nice drive - bugs skimming off the windshield like always, hot hair from the sun in the window (this is the last of October, right?). The 'just-in-case' alarm ringtone goes off as we drive - it's amazing that it's still necessary on occasion, but no matter what time your day starts (or ended the day before), sometimes you need a little nudge. We pass oil dereks, numerous owls on fenceposts - it's a pretty damn beautiful sunset drive thru Kansas -  and we engage in another ritual (we've developed them for many of our regular stops) of gassing up at THAT Kum n Go after the bathroom-bible-tract-cashier incident, and then we roll into Wichita at dark (which, we note, will be even darker tomorrow with the end of daylight savings), after paying tolls (we love our 3 axles!).  We have an excellent Halloween show (as a Birthday Party & an Athletic Pumpkin) at Kirbys, one of our favorite dives with some of our favorite strangers, (and one of our favorite parts of this whole touring experience is how these people become friends so fast). We had a great show with 2 amazing Wichita bands - The Chime Owls & ENDS. and ended the day by leaving to find some food (David usually cooks something awesome for dinner) & sleep in anticipation of our Wichita ritual of patronizing that one pink dollar theater that is arrived at after walking across 3/4 mile of parking lots. (Epilogue: we didn't end up making it - we had a booking backlog and the relatively rare hangover to attend to...but, of course, as always, we hope, we'll be back.)