greetings from ann arbour

we woke up not knowing if our scheduled show at Touchdown's was still going to happen because the booker had called curly the night before saying that the 2 local supporting bands had cancelled last minute. so we had asked cris to see if she could find someone to play with such short notice. but nothing had come up so we just drove to her place to crash for the night.

we got there after it was already dark and we picked up some beer from the store to relax a bit. I bought a six pack of Edmund Fitzgerald beer made by the Great lakes brewing company based out of cleveland. it was dark and good

we got to watch when one of cris's roomates blew up his old cell phone. i ate some gnoccis that were leftover and very good. i passed out pretty late i think, on a small couch.

when i woke up it was pouring rain. but it didn't matter too much at the time. we made some breakfast which was very good and cris mailed a letter for me when she went out because i was tired and too lazy to get up in the rain. it was the first time we had encountered rain onthe whole trip.

we wanted to leave early because we had been hearing horror stories of the difficulties bands have passing over the border into canada without a work permit. on the way, we stopped at a bank so everyone could get some american dollars. while we were waiting in the hanks in the bank partking lot, i guess our van was taking up too much space so a bank security guard, a real ass, came over and yelled at chelsea and then yelled at curly while he was directing chelsea to back up. she said he was a disgrace to society and curly yelled back something like 'i didn't ask your opinion shut up' ha. she was a joke