being sick is ritualistic. go on tour, come home with bronchitis. i love my life!
the where myth fades to legends tour was amazing. quality people for 2 straight months. the last day was highlighted with many many pranks, trouble with security/mcallen police, and getting hit in the face with a gatorade bottle from 30 feet away. it ruled.
mexico: hello to halo3 in living colour. since the police chief or whatever got murdered, the policia is no more for the time being replaced by military dudes with machine rifles and tanks. so no bueno! nevertheless, we got denied 3 times before we decided to cancel mexico. august we will be returning for some spanish lovin, "putos" (the one word i learned)
regardless, i'm definitely happy to be on a break before another tour.
love
me.
p.s. while i was away, i had to endure a dallas stars fan the entire time my ducks lost the series. it was heartbreaking. since its the pens vs. wings, i am going to root for the pens because i cannot handle the wings winning anything in life.
