Fort Wayne

More open mic nighting, but this time with a rock and roll bass player. Here's how you pack a van
with weirdos.

Conversation outside the bar as we're packing up:
Sunburned dude: Hey, what's up.
Me: Not much. You from the Fort Wayne area?
Sunburned dude: Yeah, just up the road in a town of about 200 people. I'm a farmer. How about you?
Me: We're from Queens up in New York. We're on a big tour to Seattle and back.
Sunburned dude: Is Queens a small town?
Me: Part of the city actually.
Sunburned dude: Get a lot of pussy up there?
Me: (somewhat startled pause, poorly hidden) My fair share I guess.
Sunburned dude: How about on this tour?
Me: Nah, I'm sure the smell doesn't help, among other reasons.

Which made me think two things. First, sunburned dude needs to spend some time in a town larger than 200 people. Second, there are lots of little details that it's hard to appreciate, like:

1. The smell of the van in morning after three not-recently-showered guys slept in it.
2. Spending hours in Starbucks trying to figure out where to play next.
3. How fun it is to rock out even if you only get 10 minutes and you spent all day getting there.
4. How much time you spend being irritable because you're lost and not eating properly.
5. The moments where someone does something really amazing at an open mic in the middle of nowhere.