Something about this weekend kinda came and went and I wasn't really sure what happened.  The days seem to be going faster and my memory is failing me.  I need to start drinking more so I can remember what the hell happened.
Jeff, Shawn, and I were trying to leave at 2pm so we could unload on Friday, but in true Jasmine Cain Band fashion, we left 2 hours late, so we missed load in altogether. Since I knew there was no way my race car driving skills could even get us there on time, I let Jeffro take the wheel and I took the backseat so I could sleep.  I was burnt after my all night listening party with Bob Marlette until 5am the night before, so I decided to crash. However, I didn't get much rest. We didn't make it too far down the road before the trailer lights went out and Jeffro hit the brakes and flew to the side of the road. I tried not to slide off the seat.  I get freaked out when I'm not driving.
I made a blanket fort in the back draping a large quilt over the seats to block out the sun.  It was pretty cozy and the boys made fun of me for pitching a tent.  Yeah.....I know.....whatever.
We got to Knoxville and checked into the hotel.  Immediately Dennis (truck driver for Easyriders) came in the front door and greeted me by mumbling something I couldn't understand and then falling on me.  He said he had a few drinks....I really couldn't tell. Jeff and Shawn fell in love with the front desk clerk and she didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell for the rest of the weekend.  They've come up with a new "alert" to let each other know when a hot chick is approaching. I'm not telling you what it is because all those hot chicks out there will be on to them when they hear it. Never mind the fact that they will be staring at you like hungry wolverines looking for fresh meat with drool running down their chins.  That's NOT the signal.
The next morning started super early.  Since we didn't get there early enough the night before to load in, we had to be there by 8:30am to load in before the other band got there. Unfortunately Shawn couldn't make it there in time, so Jeff and I were stuck unloading by ourselves.  Dave was supposed to be arriving in the middle of the night and driving from Jackson after his gig Friday night but he hadn't showed up yet either.  I was getting a little nervous....Jeff was getting a little angry.  After set up I headed back to the room to transform into rock goddessness (I'm sure that is not a word) and got back in just enough time to get the couch onstage and do our first acoustic set.  Dave arrived 15 minutes before we started and took a nap on the couch until I woke him up to play. Apparently he had started driving late the night before and got just past Nashville when he was too tired to drive, so he pulled over to sleep thinking he would just crash a couple hours and get there early Sat. morning. The problem was that he didn't wake up in a couple hours, so he barely made it in time. 
The show was great! I was wondering how Knoxville would do since they've always had it in Memphis the previous years, but it turned out to be the 2nd highest number of bike entries and attendence was really good.  Everyone was happily suprised. 
We love pickin' on 2 of the guys from the crew. Punkin (monitor sound guy) and Scrubby (Ezridr Crew) spend alot of time together and everyone loves giving them crap about being boyfriend/girlfriend. Scrubby showed up and showed me his battle scars from his flavor of the night before and as Punkin walked by I told him he really needed to cut his nails. Punkin is quite the character.  He calls himself  "Dirty Daddy" and claims he has "Punkin Power" and he talks with a one note voice in a very deep register than somehow Shawn has managed to imitate perfectly.  Even though Punkin has threatened to kill Shawn for "stealing his voice", Shawn still eggs it on and it's absolutely hilarious to hear 2 voices that are the same arguing back and forth in one note boringness and they just keep getting louder. Everyone was dying in laughter. 
After the show, we had to tear down and be out of there by midnight so everyone was rushing to get the shit out of there. I told the boys we would be out of there within an hour so Dave and Shawn took off again.  So Jeff and I loaded out alone again and we all headed back to the hotel.  We were all starving so I went upstairs to change clothes while the boys checked on anything that would be open.  The only thing I had left in my suitcase was a dress that was an office dress I have. It's a white top with a high waist pencil skirt and it's very "naughty secretary" looking, so I put it on and headed downstairs.  When I stepped off the elevator Shawn and Jeff were still perving on the front desk girl but Shawn saw me and I heard the "alert" but then he stopped and said "Jazz? Is that you?"  Talk about a buzz kill.  Yep, it's just me.  Bummer, huh?  Jeff couldn't stop talking about how white my legs were. I can always count on them to boost my confidence.  Ha ha ha. We couldn't find anything open except the industry standard Waffle House, so Jeff, Shawn, and my white legs headed across town.  Happily, Hooters was open and the boys really wanted to go there, so I dropped them off and met Teo at the Waffle House because their hotel was nearby. The boys tried their moves on the girls and yelled "alerts" at each other for a while and then I returned to pick them up.  I was falling asleep so we headed back to the hotel to crash. 
Oh man, I gotta go. My cat, Mr. Brownsone is choking on a bug. He just launched himself off the entertainment center and crashed into a pile with a bug lodged in his throat. Shit.