This is my first real blog, as this story cannot go untold. Upon leaving a fairly successful show in Macon at the Hummingbird, we witnessed a very entertaining string of events. After the normal routine of drunken roadies/fans who want to help the band load gear, things became interesting. We loaded the trailer and pulled up to the end of the alley to meet Connor and Susanna, who were leading the way to the hotel. We won’t name names, but Connor, Susanna, and Dusty walked back and forth across the street time after time in search of their car. Dusty felt the need to display a very exaggerated power walking style, possibly to find the car faster. Ten minutes later we were on our 6 mile journey to the always exquisite Red Roof Inn. A short stop at the circle K for emergency snacks, and we were ready to call it a night. I was the first to open the door to the lobby, and the ding of the elevator directed my attention to an old, out of shape man walking shamelessly in a pair of tightey whiteys to the lobby desk. If that sight wasn’t bad enough, he was horribly sunburned, (think cliche lobster red here) . I let out a burst of laughter, and not having a camera, quickly summoned the others. Nick had pulled out his emergency bag of bread he keeps in his pocket for when he drinks on the road, so he was temporarily occupied. I had to divert a minute of attention to this practice, as I have only seen it once before in Piedmont park the week before. The laughter quickly spread to Shawn and Joe, who entered the lobby shortly after. Shawn threw his backpack to the ground, digging for the camera, but it was too late. The underwear-clad old man was turning our way and making his way slowly back to the elevator. It was at this time when I began to think, “What would be so important as to skip the simple phone call to the desk, not have time to at least put a shirt on, and walk to discuss the problem in person in only your underwear?” This mystery may never be solved, but I hope one day to never see it again. On a more positive note, St. Francis sounded great, and we look forward to playing with them again down the road. Just leave out the sunburned, underwear-bearing fat man in the hotel out of the picture please.
Dan