hooters fuckin' rules.
holy shit. some insane shit went down in crestview, florida last night. ill get to the details in a minute but lets just say we rode upside-down stools rodeo-style in the back patio of hooters with a bunch of locals. shit. i gave away the story.
but first, an update on the show the night before. we played at a venue called Will's Pub in Orlando, FL. earlier that day we went to a different pub to watch the world cup final match. i was rooting for france but i didnt know what to think after zidane headbutted that guy. apparently he called zidane a dirty terrorist but that could have easily been made up. anyways, i just cant believe how athletes can lose their cool in such important times. anyways... the show that night was pretty good. there was about 80 people there, which was pretty good considering the venue totally dropped the ball on the show. when we showed up the guy scotty who works there was like "hey what are you guys doing here, i thought torche was playing." cause we had played their last summer so i guess he remembered us, and apparently we werent even listed on the website for the venue blah blah blah. and only two bands played. us and yip yip, who as usual tore shit up (thats a good thing.)
the crowd was weird though in certain ways. it reminded me a little of playing in new york where often the crowd stands really still and just kind of stares at you... not really getting into the music. but then afterwords everyone is says they were really into it. same thing in orlando. we sold the must shirts we've sold yet on tour and everyone said they were all about it, but while i was on stage i felt so uncomfortable cause everyone was so still while we were playing our songs. it was quite a contrast from the night before when kids were seriously spazzing out an albatross style. all in all though it was a good show given the circumstance, and it is always nice to stay at brian and jason from yipyip's house.
the next day (monday) we had off to drive towards hattiesburg, MS, which is where we are playing tonight. in fact, im currently in the car en route. we drove a ton yesterday, and ended up in crestview, florida, about 40 miles out of pensacola. if you havent been to the panhandle of florida, it really is something else entirely. i swear to god, i feel less comfortable in these panhandle cities than i do in alabama and mississippi. we checked into a regency motel. after that we had to decide where we wanted to eat. having never been to one, we decided to eat at hooters, or at the very least grab a beer and you know... soak in the atmosphere.
since we had eaten a late lunch we didnt get over there until about 10 pm, and the place was completely dead. we ordered some beer and curly fries. at about that point a macho man sat RIGHT next to us (despite the completely empty room) with his girlfriend who had a massive pair of bodacious tatas. i was confused because she wasnt working at hooters. i very quickly found out that she just wasnt working at this particular hooters, but in fact was employed by the hooters in destin, FL. this guy was definitely trying to pull some macho local shit (asking us if we'd ever heard of tallahassee, etc) but as he had a few beers he lightened up and it was all good. meanwhile, i befriended one of the chefs who looked kind of "punk." turns out he plays in an old style fast melodic hardcore band!! then later on.. he swings by the table and is like "order whatever you want from the menu ill hook it up." but all there was to eat was a cheese quesadilla and more curly fries. nasty! but it was free!!! by this point we were all a bit tipsy on that hooter's love, or maybe it was just the beer i couldnt really be sure. as were finishing up, chris (the local guy with his hooters girlfriend) starts begging us to come out to the patio. when we finally do we realize that we've walked into perhaps the most surreal experience we had had on tour up to this point, and probably will have this summer (maybe not.) there are all these people sitting on upside down stools spinning in circles. everyone is wasted! the hooters girl is trying to get us to do it, so finally i do it, and its really fun! apparently its a trick hooter's girls do to get extra tips from pervy old men. i was too drunk at the time to realize the absolute insanity of the situation, but there we were, 100% down with both the hooter's chefs and the local hooters-associated bar trash, chilling on the patio spinning on upside stools with a hooters girl from destin FL. three cheers for crazy tour stories!!! having written all this down it seems a bit less crazy than it felt at the time, but still, it was awesome!
but first, an update on the show the night before. we played at a venue called Will's Pub in Orlando, FL. earlier that day we went to a different pub to watch the world cup final match. i was rooting for france but i didnt know what to think after zidane headbutted that guy. apparently he called zidane a dirty terrorist but that could have easily been made up. anyways, i just cant believe how athletes can lose their cool in such important times. anyways... the show that night was pretty good. there was about 80 people there, which was pretty good considering the venue totally dropped the ball on the show. when we showed up the guy scotty who works there was like "hey what are you guys doing here, i thought torche was playing." cause we had played their last summer so i guess he remembered us, and apparently we werent even listed on the website for the venue blah blah blah. and only two bands played. us and yip yip, who as usual tore shit up (thats a good thing.)
the crowd was weird though in certain ways. it reminded me a little of playing in new york where often the crowd stands really still and just kind of stares at you... not really getting into the music. but then afterwords everyone is says they were really into it. same thing in orlando. we sold the must shirts we've sold yet on tour and everyone said they were all about it, but while i was on stage i felt so uncomfortable cause everyone was so still while we were playing our songs. it was quite a contrast from the night before when kids were seriously spazzing out an albatross style. all in all though it was a good show given the circumstance, and it is always nice to stay at brian and jason from yipyip's house.
the next day (monday) we had off to drive towards hattiesburg, MS, which is where we are playing tonight. in fact, im currently in the car en route. we drove a ton yesterday, and ended up in crestview, florida, about 40 miles out of pensacola. if you havent been to the panhandle of florida, it really is something else entirely. i swear to god, i feel less comfortable in these panhandle cities than i do in alabama and mississippi. we checked into a regency motel. after that we had to decide where we wanted to eat. having never been to one, we decided to eat at hooters, or at the very least grab a beer and you know... soak in the atmosphere.
since we had eaten a late lunch we didnt get over there until about 10 pm, and the place was completely dead. we ordered some beer and curly fries. at about that point a macho man sat RIGHT next to us (despite the completely empty room) with his girlfriend who had a massive pair of bodacious tatas. i was confused because she wasnt working at hooters. i very quickly found out that she just wasnt working at this particular hooters, but in fact was employed by the hooters in destin, FL. this guy was definitely trying to pull some macho local shit (asking us if we'd ever heard of tallahassee, etc) but as he had a few beers he lightened up and it was all good. meanwhile, i befriended one of the chefs who looked kind of "punk." turns out he plays in an old style fast melodic hardcore band!! then later on.. he swings by the table and is like "order whatever you want from the menu ill hook it up." but all there was to eat was a cheese quesadilla and more curly fries. nasty! but it was free!!! by this point we were all a bit tipsy on that hooter's love, or maybe it was just the beer i couldnt really be sure. as were finishing up, chris (the local guy with his hooters girlfriend) starts begging us to come out to the patio. when we finally do we realize that we've walked into perhaps the most surreal experience we had had on tour up to this point, and probably will have this summer (maybe not.) there are all these people sitting on upside down stools spinning in circles. everyone is wasted! the hooters girl is trying to get us to do it, so finally i do it, and its really fun! apparently its a trick hooter's girls do to get extra tips from pervy old men. i was too drunk at the time to realize the absolute insanity of the situation, but there we were, 100% down with both the hooter's chefs and the local hooters-associated bar trash, chilling on the patio spinning on upside stools with a hooters girl from destin FL. three cheers for crazy tour stories!!! having written all this down it seems a bit less crazy than it felt at the time, but still, it was awesome!
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