Whooooooooooo hoooooooooo! This "tour" thing is like relaxation therapy. Being a dj instead of a band is pretty awesome. No gear to unload, no sound checking; just show up at 11ish and get blasted as fast as you can before you play.
Friday we had the day off and just chillllllllllllllllllllllllllled the fuck out. Woke up late, drove to Berkeley to shop at Amoeba, had some noodles, walked around. We then went to Coit Tower, hung out in North Beach eating up all the pizza, drankin' espresso and daydreaming about how badass it would be if we were old, retired italian bastards living in one of the most beautiful Italian neighborhoods in the world. But, due to Jason's blue blooded English lineage, I'm the only one who has a chance at living the dream of being a fat bald italian with sauce stains all over my shirt. Around this time, we got a call from the dude who booked us for Milk, inviting us to come out for a sushi dinner on him; which is probably the nicest thing a booker has ever done. We seriously ate and drank an ungodly amount and the bill was probably close to a million dollars.
After that we decided staying at the hotel for the night might be a good idea. We bought some booze, watched "Club Paradise" (Harold Ramis' masterwork) and fell gently to sleep.
We woke up this morning and fed the pigeons at Golden Gate Park.
And finally, went to Haight Ashbury, where some homeless dude tried to sell us a "cigarette holder" which was actually a giant dildo.
Which is really ironic, because I just mail ordered a giant dildo that looks like a cigarette holder. I learned a valuable lesson about my impulsive shopping problem today. Thank you homeless dildo man.
Come see us tonight while we play the world famous Milk Bar w/ LL Cool DJ and Swayzee. This time I promise more party pics and less boring tourist photos.
After tonight, we take highway 1 to LA to play Le Disko.
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