Played a show in Tucson last night.  It is perhaps my favorite city we've stopped in so far.  It reminds me a little bit of a very large Davis.  The show itself was very strange--played in a warehouse that hosts underground shows.  On the down side, the acoustics were terrible.  On the plus side, they had a climbing rope hanging from the ceiling & a very friendly booker.

Perhaps it was the smell of California, but after the show I couldn't wait to head west towards my native land.  My bandmates (best dudes in the world) humored my redbull-induced compulsion and suffered through me driving most of the night.  As the sun started rising we finally pulled into a rest stop for a couple hour nap.  I felt like a kid on Christmas morning due to excitement about returning to California and seeing friends in San Diego, so I woke Charles up after only 2 hours of sleep.  He was pretty tired and did a couple laps around the rest area to "rally his senses."  This is all fine and good, but he was wearing his Tom's and looked a little silly.  Then on to sunny San Diego. 

[Side note:  Border Patrol check points are scary when you're driving a large white van with tinted windows.]

Spent a blissful day in San Diego lounging on the beach.  Good to be back in California, even if it is only for a day!  Tomorrow we head back to Arizona for a show in Phoenix.

Hello, California!

xoxo,
a tired but happy nina/satb