I fold up really small.

OH KAY. Sorry. Sometimes I think I'll be good at keeping this thing updated and then I'm not. On Wednesday my friend Eric and I impulsively flew to Las Vegas. Yesterday we missed our flight, eventually got on another one, and I headed straight to band practice and to see my friends play shows (only to get there right as they started tearing down, of course). Now I'm trying to figure out if I have a single clean article of clothing to wear to play in tonight. This is how it got here:

On Saturday, Visqueen played at the Blank Club in San Jose with the Hounds Below. For whatever reason, it's become rare for bands to introduce themselves to one another when playing shows together, but these folks were the hand-shaking kind. And then their soundcheck made my heart swell. I followed them to dinner. Rachel talked them into staying at our hotel in San Francisco. Ben (Collins) and I stayed up all night looking for food and then not eating it, discovering murals of wild animals, watching the front desk agent like a movie and then hiding from him. We played Bottom of the Hill for the Noise Pop festival together a few hours later.

Needless to say, I fell in love with the band and everyone in it. I found my new best friend. If it wasn't a total violation of camaraderie and my first tour with Visqueen, I absolutely would have jumped ship after San Francisco to live in their van for the week and sell their merch.

...But I didn't. Instead I got home on Monday from the west coast leg of the tour and asked my friends to talk me out of flying to San Diego that night to get back beside the Hounds Below. Tuesday morning, get a text from Eric saying, "I wonder where you are." I explain that I am home but that I could be in LA that night, Vegas the next day or having breakfast with him. He says that we could be having breakfast in Vegas... so we bought some plane tickets. No joke; we're just ridiculous people. Plus, I had never been to Las Vegas before. Surprise, Hounds! Don't ask me how (mostly because I probably can't remember), but I got home still unmarried. It wouldn't have been right without Rachel there as maid of honor, you know?

Anyway, Visqueen is playing at Neumo's tonight with Hey Marseilles, Fences and Mash Hall. The Hounds Below will also be in town tonight at the Showbox (Market) opening for Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Maybe you want to go see them and then come see us!