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RIP Birkenstocks. I’ve had you since spring of 06; you’ve been around the world with me. But I walked with you in the beachy swamps of Santa Barbara, and then put you in a plastic bag. I forgot about you. You developed mold. I discovered this in Austin, TX and threw them out with a little tear in my eye.

I still cannot get over the fact that almost every morning I wake up in a completely different, beautiful surrounding. Right now I’m in Dallas TX, staying in a crazy nice town-house while a friend’s parents are away. We have a whole place to stay for three nights, giving us the opportunity to “settle,” grocery shop, and have daily showers (if we want them). Only a day before I woke up in a moldy-green $49 motel room in Tulsa OK, and what seems like only minutes earlier-I greeted the sunrise with the mountains of Colorado. We’ve slept in the desert of Taos, NM, a small farm house outside San Diego, and even on the floor of our own stage in Pueblo, CO. 

We’ve woken up in an apartment right off of Sunset blvd in LA, greeting the day with a hike up into the hills of Los Angeles to give us a view of the city.

We’ve swam next to dolphins and sea lions in the Pacific Ocean just as the sun was setting.

We’ve woken up and taken goats on walks to icy cold rivers, before making brunch with friends.

And we’ve recently falled in love with Colorado: it’s mountains, altitude, and overall atmosphere.

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We’ve hit the road in our grease van

Played shows at crazy hippie schools that supply us with face paint and neon green boas (and free beer and burgers)

And taken breaks to go on walks

To visit the pacific.

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Spending the night in a five star Howard Johnson, equipped with beds and ice machines and wifi. Only a few more days in California until New Mexico!

>rehearsals.